I'd like to see one person - just one - who would own up to having been a coward.

I've always wanted to sing, just as I've always known that one day I would have my own niche in the annals of song. It was a feeling I had.

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

Use your faults, use your defects; then you're going to be a star.

I think you have to pay for love with bitter tears.

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

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?