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

Use your faults, use your defects; then you're going to be a star.

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'd like to see one person - just one - who would own up to having been a coward.

I think you have to pay for love with bitter tears.

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

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