One of my favorite French singers, Alain Bashung, was the expert at creating his own universe; no one knows what he's talking about, even he doesn't know because it's so poetic.

I discovered that a lot of the songs I like, they're fantasies, a vision of something, but you don't actually live there.

In an ideal world people would know the words just for the show and then forget them right after.

The basics of acting are really better in America than in Europe. Just the basic "fake laugh" is impossible to get in France.

I think every artist needs a rule that's stupid but that helps him, like a deadline would.

In France, anyone can use your music on like a TV show or whatever - they don't need to ask permission. It's almost like a child when it has its own life.

In France a lot of songs were ruined by their associations with commercials. But so far no Apple commercial has ruined a song for me.

The more you say no the more people ask.

I think Björk is playing on the fact she knows she's eccentric and she accepts the fact.

Then I discovered that being related is no guarantee of love!

This time I wouldn't forget him, because I couldn't ever forgive him - for breaking my heart twice.

I've never been able to grow an organ back, " Lana said. "Last time I tried... Let's just hope you don't end up with whip eyes.

I'm just a dog person. I love dogs very much, especially big ones, hounds, and retrievers. I think they are funny and often have good senses of humor. Plus, they give unconditional love.

Sanity lies somewhere between the inhibitions of conventional morality and the looseness of extreme impulse, but the area in-between is very fuzzy.

Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness.

To understand any plea for further consideration of a group you don't know anything about to be some form of, quote, political correctness. These things are bubbling right under us.

I love jokes as much as anyone, but I don't want to hear my snail jokes every day. But I might want to hear a good song every day.

And hearts resolved and hands prepared The blessings they enjoy to guard.

All the months are crude experiments, out of which the perfect September is made.