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
If God has allowed me to earn so much money, it is because He knows I give it all away.
I want to make people cry even when they don't understand my words.
I want to die young. I think it's awful to get old, and sickness is ugly.
People say that I could sing the phone book and make it sound good.
Singing is a way of escaping. It's another world. I'm no longer on earth.