“Does it mean this, does it mean that that’s all anybody wants to know? I’d say what any decent poet would say if anyone dared ask him to analyze his work: if you see it, darling, then it’s there!”

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!

You can have everything in the world and still be the loneliest man. And that is the most bitter type of loneliness, success has brought me world idolization and millions of pounds. But it’s prevented me from having the one thing we all need: A loving, ongoing relationship.

Never mess with a poets heart for they know how to turn broken pieces in a written masterpiece of art.

Maybe we become what we write about.

A great poet to me is a person who can describe a painting in such ways that even a person with closed eyes can feel the pain of the artist.

An artist paints to forget while a poet writes to remember.

The poet in you is still remembered.

Because philosophy arises from awe, a philosopher is bound in his way to be a lover of myths and poetic fables. Poets and philosophers are alike in being big with wonder.

We are all poets, how we choose to express it- now that is how we are beautifully unique.

Anybody can write. Anybody! A writer just rewrites better.