Can you imagine how terrible it is when you've got everything and you're still desperately lonely? That is awful beyond words.

It's not a question of money anymore. I spend money like it's nothing. You know, I could be penniless tomorrow, but I'd get back, somehow.

My soul has painted like the wings of butterflies, Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.

In terms of love, you're not in control and I hate that feeling. I seem to write a lot of sad songs because I'm a very tragic person. But there's always an element of humour at the end.

I want it all and I want it now.

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.

Modern paintings are like women, you'll never enjoy them if you try to understand them.