When you reach the top, you should remember to send the elevator back down for the others.

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

I wouldn't mind at all coming back to earth after my death.

My conservatory is in the streets. My intelligence is instinct.

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

Singing is a way of escaping. It's another world. I'm no longer on earth.

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