"My Friend Édith Piaf" by Marlène Dietrich
From the autobiographical book Marlène D., 1984
"In my eyes, she really was the sparrow, the little bird whose name she bore.
But she was also Jezebel, whose unquenchable thirst for love must have been due to a feeling of imperfection, her 'ugliness', as she put it -- her delicate, scrawny body, which she sent forth into battle like Circe, the Sirens and Lorelei, the temptress who with her incomparable vitality promised all the pleasures of the world".
Marlene Dietrich ed Édith Piaf, 1952