Getting a new passport took me a stupid amount of time. I had to go back five times with different photographs because they kept saying I was smiling, which is against the rules. I was not smiling.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My fairy-tale life ended the moment I wanted to apply for a passport.
There is nothing more miserable in the world than to arrive in paradise and look like your passport photo.
It has been said that a pretty face is a passport. But it's not, it's a visa, and it runs out fast.
I love my passport. I plan trips very last minute, so I always carry it with me.
My last passport, I had North Korea, Afghanistan, Iran, Iraq, Sudan, Liberia, Guinea... I had, like, every war-torn country in there.
In the '70s I was in exile; every time I went back I wondered if they'd take my passport away.
I actually used to smile a lot in pictures. I think I only stopped smiling when I got into fashion. Fashion stole my smile!
Once I accidentally left my passport in Nice, France, when I was on my way to Prague. Upon arriving in Vienna, after taking an overnight, and being asked to present my travel documents and realizing I forgot them at the hotel, they kicked me off the train and sent me back!
People often expect me to be very serious, but it's not like my record company told me not to smile in photographs, because I was like that anyway.
My face is my passport.