From the outside, Rick Rubin's house above Zuma Beach is a generic millionaire beach home. There's a rarely used tennis court and a circular drive.
The Royal Family are not like you and me. They live in houses so big that you can walk round all day and never need to meet your spouse. The Queen and Prince Philip have never shared a bedroom in their lives. They don't even have breakfast together.
But you see, that's the gilded prison of fashion. We're riding in private jets, and meantime I was so incredibly, painfully sad and lonely.
I mean, I'd love to have a private jet - I know people who fly by private jet all the time... I've hitched a ride a few times and it is not overrated at all; it's a great way to travel!
Bad taste creates many more millionaires than good taste.
I was 12 years fittin' to be a billionaire; I was 15 years old as a millionaire. I've been rich since I was 14. My son has been a millionaire since he was 12, so that's just the life. We've been playing with money since young.
Everybody seems to live rather well down here in Monaco!
Contemplation is a luxury of the middle class, the very rich.
How can you live the high life if you do not wear the high heels?
Money talks, but it don't sing and dance, and it don't walk. And long as I can have you here with me, I'd much rather be, forever in blue jeans.
Scratch a Yale man with both hands and you'll be lucky to find a coast-guard. Usually you find nothing at all.
How often the rich like to play at being poor. A rather nasty game, I've always thought.
I know plenty of people with kids in elite, private schools and had heard many stories. I have drifted into the homes of some of those very wealthy families in New York and am fascinated with the dynamic and how much freedom the children are given.
Me? I'm no sob story. I get paid well, and I live comfortably.
I'm like Jay Gatsby. I like to throw the party and then stand back, looking gorgeous. Stand back and watch it.
The old swashbuckling days of the playboy ship owner, of the fellow with no cares in the world who does multimillion dollar deals over coffee, are gone.
My grandfather was a civil servant. He was honest, so it would be unfair to say we enjoyed the perils of richness.
The streets were full of insane & dull people. Most of them lived in nice houses and didn't seem to work, and you wondered how they did it.
I grew up a big fan of the J. R. Ewing character of the 'Dallas' TV show, and I grew up around people who were very similar to J. R.: they had come into a ton of money. And they loved to flaunt it and loved to drive fancy cars and wear the big cowboy hats and nice suits.
Mr. Rockefeller is due to entertain munificently at breakfast, and make his pitch. My advice to one invited guest was: Order caviar, and then say No.
I can walk. It's just that I'm so rich I don't need to.
Having been on a private jet only two or three times, it's one of life's great luxuries.
To live like a poor man is only fun when you are rich.
Believe me, I've done my time travelling the world in cramped conditions and carrying my own luggage. Now my leisure is summers in the south of France or the Hamptons, walking in Connemara, and year-round shopping in Manhattan and Paris.
I was such a Jewish princess. My whole life was leading up to marrying a rich man and living on 48th Street.
