Pfft, I hate Christmas Day. It's for children and families. Not for people like me.

What I hate most in life are people who are not really the peach of the day but who want to be young and sexy. You can fool nobody. There is a moment when you have to accept that somebody else is younger and fresher and hotter. Life is not a beauty contest.

People like me were supposed to be into exclusivity, unapproachable. That's what I hate most. I think it's very demode.

My mother did not like children.

What I hate is nasty, ugly people.

I hate the notion of a second line. It's condescending and patronizing.