Recalling the minutes after his heart attack in 1973, Birkin noted that "Serge refused the blanket that an ambulance-man placed over his on the stretcher, because the colours clashed. He made them fetch a cashmere rug. He also stuffed a briefcase full of unfiltered Gitanes. He knew he'd have trouble getting them at the hospital."

... wobei mir sofort einer seiner zeitweise populärsten songs einfällt: "aux enfants de la chance"; thats life - it's all about drugs

"NAAAHHH! You are not Reagan, I am not... Gorbachev, so.. don't try, eh? I said I want to fuck her."