I've been thinking about Jesus. Don't you find it a bit strange that, since He was living with His family and all, He up and left them just when they needed him most?

Money? How did I lose it? I never did lose it. I just never knew where it went.

My conservatory is in the streets. My intelligence is instinct.

To be successful in my native France, where people speak the same language and understand me, is nothing.

I don't want to die an old lady.

As far as I'm concerned, love means fighting, big fat lies, and a couple of slaps across the face.

I can die now. I've lived twice.