I want to make people cry even when they don't understand my words.

I don't want to die an old lady.

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

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

Every damn fool thing you do in this life you pay for.

I'm the only one who still believes in Santa Claus!

I want to die young. I think it's awful to get old, and sickness is ugly.