I'd like to see one person - just one - who would own up to having been a coward.
People say that I could sing the phone book and make it sound good.
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
For me, sleeping is a waste of time. I'm afraid to sleep. It's a form of death.
I don't lie; I improve on my life.
All I've done all my life is disobey.