Use your faults, use your defects; then you're going to be a star.
I don't lie; I improve on my life.
I'd like to see one person - just one - who would own up to having been a coward.
Americans want beauties, not me. Iโm not the Parisian bombshell they expected. Can you see me as a chorus girl? Whereโs my feather up the ass? They think Iโm sad, theyโre dumb. I donโt connect to them
I want to die young. I think it's awful to get old, and sickness is ugly.
My conservatory is in the streets. My intelligence is instinct.