“Put out the good and keep the bad – don’t believe all you read in the Bible.”

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.

If I had to do it all over again? Why not, I would do it a little bit differently.

We are all waiting for when there will be peace on earth and the end of the war. If this happens then it would be a miracle.

The more you open up, the more you get hurt. So basically, I’m just riddled with scars and I just don’t want any more.

I know I may have done some bad things, but I’m not a bad person.

Involving yourself with the wrong people can stunt your growth.

Avoid people who drain your positivity and dim your light.

Be careful of the ones that always wanna get you high, cause when the time comes, that one’ll let you die.

The company you keep has a large influence on the situations you bring to yourself. Birds of a feather flock together.

Death meant little to me. It was the last joke in a series of bad jokes.

All bad precedents begin as justifiable measures.

Be so good, they feel bad for not choosing you.