I think you have to pay for love with bitter tears.

Americans want beauties, not me. I’m not the Parisian bombshell they expected. Can you see me as a chorus girl? Where’s my feather up the ass? They think I’m sad, they’re dumb. I don’t connect to them

Singing is a way of escaping. It's another world. I'm no longer on earth.

I've always wanted to sing, just as I've always known that one day I would have my own niche in the annals of song. It was a feeling I had.

Use your faults, use your defects; then you're going to be a star.

I was hungry. I was cold. But I was also free. Free not to get up in the morning, not to go to bed at night, free to get drunk if I liked, to dream... to hope.

I wouldn't mind at all coming back to earth after my death.