Gay as a daffodil.

My songs are like Bic razors. For fun, for modern consumption. You listen to it, like it, discard it, then on to the next. Disposable pop.

If I didn't do this well, I just wouldn't have anything to do... I can't cook, and I'd be a terrible housewife.

You either have the magic or you don't. There's no way you can work up to it.

You're headed for disaster cos you never read the signs Too much love will kill you every time

I don't like the way my teeth protrude. I'm going to have them done, but I just haven't had the time. Apart from that... I'm perfect.

I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guilty beyond words about these things. For example, when we're backstage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins, it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddy [sic] Mercury who seemed to love, relish in the love and adoration from the crowd, which is something I totally admire and envy.