I want to make people cry even when they don't understand my words.
I can die now. I've lived twice.
I was hungry. I was cold. But I was also free. Free not to get up in the morning, not to go to bed at night, free to get drunk if I liked, to dream... to hope.
Use your faults, use your defects; then you're going to be a star.
To be successful in my native France, where people speak the same language and understand me, is nothing.
As far as I'm concerned, love means fighting, big fat lies, and a couple of slaps across the face.