There Is No Going Back In Life.

I Could Not Ask Forgiveness For Something I Had Not Done. As Scapegoat, I Could Only Bear The Fault.

A Dreamer, I Walked Enchanted, And Nothing Held Me Back.

There's Something About Paris That Gives You A Mental Slap All The Time, And You Can't Just Sit Still And Do Nothing. You've Got To Work, To Keep Up With The Pace, The Sting In The Atmosphere.

I Had Build Up False Pictures In My Mind And Sat Before Them. I Had Never Had The Courage To Demand The Truth.

I Wish I Was A Woman Of About Thirty-six Dressed In Black Satin With A String Of Pearls.