“But touch my tears, with your lips. Touch my world, with your fingertips. And we can have forever. And we can love forever. Forever is our today.”

Love of my life, you’ve hurt me. You’ve broken my heart, and now you leave me. Love of my life, can’t you see? Bring it back, bring it back, and don’t take it away from me, because you don’t know what it means to me.

I never thought of myself as the leader, the most important person, perhaps.

I do not have love does not mean I don’t have anybody.

The bigger, the better; in everything.

If we’re weird onstage, I don’t know what you’d call the Tubes.

Oh, I was not made for heaven. No, I don’t want to go to heaven. Hell is much better. Think of all the interesting people you’re going to meet down there.

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!

I was born to love you with every single beat of my heart. I was born to take care of you every single day of my life.

Excess is part of my nature. Dullness is a disease. I really need danger and excitement. I’m never scared of putting myself out on a limb.

I’m hopeless with money; I simply spend what I’ve got.

We are the Champions.

I don’t want to die, so sometimes I think it would have been better if I had never been born.

I want to lead the Victorian life, surrounded by exquisite clutter.

Whatever I am doing, I am not doing it for money but for music.

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

I think we are all princes of the universe.

Great oaks grow from little acorns. He has a green thumb. He has green fingers. He’s sowing his wild oats. Here Ceres’ gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper’s hand.

The book of nature which we have to read is written by the finger of God.

I’ve had a fan who made a painting of my face with her fingers. I have put it up in my room. It was sweet and very different.

No one likes getting their nails done more than I do.

The black fist is a meaningless symbol. When you open it, you have nothing but fingers – weak, empty fingers. The only time the black fist has significance is when there’s money inside. There’s where the power lies.

Hold everything in your hands lightly, otherwise it hurts when God pries your fingers open.

I wasn’t born with enough middle fingers.

We put boogers on our fingers, then shake your hand.