“Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your kids, in fact it’s cold as hell.”

Sweet freedom whispered in my ear, you’re a butterfly, and butterflies are free to fly, fly away, high-away, bye-bye.

So I am deeply saddened and shocked over the current legislation that is now in place against the lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender community here in Russia. In my opinion, it is inhumane and it is isolating.

I love every minute of fatherhood, staying up all night, changing nappies, kids crying, I find it really funny and inspiring. It connects you to the world in a new way.

You can cage the songbird, but you can’t make her sing. And you can trap the free bird, but you’ll have to clip her wings.

Once you have people around you who don’t question you, you’re in a dangerous place.

I’ve only been interested in the artistic side of life.

I just wish more of my fellow queers would come out sometimes. It’s nice out here, you know?

The great thing about rock and roll is that someone like me can be a star.

I have a lot of money stashed away, but I do live my life from day to day.

Live for each second without hesitation.

I think religion has always tried to turn hatred towards gay people. Religion promotes the hatred and spite against gays. But there are so many Christian people I know who are gay and love their religion.

Don’t you know I”m still standing better than I ever did. Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid. I’m still standing after all this time.

Don’t be afraid to let her into your heart and when your down, don’t try to carry the whole world on your shoulders.

Hold me closer tiny dancer, count the headlights on the highway. Lay me down in sheets of linen, you had a busy day today.

I love people who expect me to wear great, feathery costumes- and I do it. It’s like an actor getting into his costume for his part. I don’t really feel that part until I’m into whatever I’m going to wear.

Welcome to the world of bullshit, my dear. You have arrived.

Surely the fact that a uniformed police officer is wearing his hair below his collar will make him no less identifiable as a policeman.

Facts are true whether or not you believe them.

There is always a chance to get even and I’m proud of the fact that for all the blows I always got back up again. That’s what makes me most content.

The errors which arise from the absence of facts are far more numerous and more durable than those which result from unsound reasoning respecting true data.

The language of experiment is more authoritative than any reasoning: facts can destroy our ratiocination—not vice versa.

An autobiography can distort; facts can be realigned. But fiction never lies: it reveals the writer totally.

Science, for me, gives a partial explanation for life. In so far as it goes, it is based on fact, experience and experiment.

When the fact doesn’t meet the theory then let go the theory.