“We’re a very expensive group; we break a lot of rules. It’s unheard of to combine opera with a rock theme, my dear.”

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.

I guess I’ve always lived the glamorous life of a star. It’s nothing new – I used to spend down to the last dime.

In fact, we all need danger and excitement.

Money may not buy happiness, but it can damn well give it.

What will I be doing in twenty years’ time? I’ll be dead, darling! Are you crazy?

We don’t do it for the money, we do it for the music.