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

Money? How did I lose it? I never did lose it. I just never knew where it went.

All I've done all my life is disobey.

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

Death is the beginning of something.

Performers and their public should never meet. Once the curtain comes down, the performer should fly away like a magician's dove.

I've been thinking about Jesus. Don't you find it a bit strange that, since He was living with His family and all, He up and left them just when they needed him most?