If God has allowed me to earn so much money, it is because He knows I give it all away.

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

I don't lie; I improve on my life.

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 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?

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.