“I’m a very emotional person, a person of real extremes, and that’s often destructive both to me and others.”

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

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

We’re a bit flashy, but the music’s not one big noise.

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 humor at the end.

I dress to kill, but tastefully.

The concept of Queen is to be regal and majestic. Glamour is part of us, and we want to be dandy.

I’m just a musical prostitute, my dear.

It’s a beautiful day, the sun is shining, I feel good, and no one’s going to stop me now.

Who wants to live forever?

I like to be surrounded by splendid things.

The most important thing is to live a fabulous life. As long as it’s fabulous I don’t care how long it is.

My game of love has just begun, love runs from my head down to my toes. My love is pumping through my veins. Play the game, driving me insane.

In the early days, we just wore black onstage. Very bold, my dear. Then we introduced white, for variety, and it simply grew and grew.

One year of love is better than a lifetime alone.

I think my melodies are superior to my lyrics.

I’m as gay as a daffodil, my dear!

Aimlessness is a vice, and such drifting must not continue for him who would steer clear of catastrophe and destruction.

Come and sip from the cup of destruction.

Self-seeking is self-destruction.

One arrow alone can be easily broken but many arrows are indestructible.

Don’t Look For the Finish Line. The Journey Itself Is The Destination.

Death as the destruction of all things no longer had meaning when life was revealed to be a fatuous sequence of empty words, the hollow jingle of a jester’s cap and bells.

Don’t ever underestimate the destructive power of sins of omission.

Every bit of learning is a little death. Every bit of new information challenges a previous conception, forcing it to dissolve into chaos before it can be reborn as something better. Sometimes such deaths virtually destroy us.