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.

I'm the only one who still believes in Santa Claus!

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

I've always wanted to sing, just as I've always known that one day I would have my own niche in the annals of song. It was a feeling I had.

I'm sure that I've already been dead.

I don't want to die an old lady.

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