As far as I'm concerned, love means fighting, big fat lies, and a couple of slaps across the face.
Money? How did I lose it? I never did lose it. I just never knew where it went.
I'm the only one who still believes in Santa Claus!
Performers and their public should never meet. Once the curtain comes down, the performer should fly away like a magician's dove.
I don't lie; I improve on my life.
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