I can die now. I've lived twice.

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

Every damn fool thing you do in this life you pay for.

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

People say that I could sing the phone book and make it sound good.

When he takes me in his arms, and speaks to me softly, I see the world through rose-colored glasses.

I want to die young. I think it's awful to get old, and sickness is ugly.