I want to make people cry even when they don't understand my words.
I don't want to die an old lady.
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.
All I've done all my life is disobey.
To sing is to bring to life; impossible if the words are mediocre, however good the music.
I wouldn't mind at all coming back to earth after my death.