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

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

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

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

I'm sure that I've already been dead.

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

As far as I'm concerned, love means fighting, big fat lies, and a couple of slaps across the face.