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.
Singing is a way of escaping. It's another world. I'm no longer on earth.
For me, sleeping is a waste of time. I'm afraid to sleep. It's a form of death.
My conservatory is in the streets. My intelligence is instinct.
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.