“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.”

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.

Onstage, I am a devil. But I’m hardly a social reject.

A lot of my songs are fantasy. I can dream up all kinds of things. That’s the kind of world I live in. It’s very sort of flamboyant, and that’s the kind of way I write. I love it.

Boredom is the biggest disease in the world, darling.

Years ago, I thought up the name Queen. It’s just a name. But it’s regal, obviously, and sounds splendid.

Can you imagine how terrible it is when you’ve got everything and you’re still desperately lonely? That is awful beyond words.

You are the music while the music lasts.

If a story is not about the hearer, he will not listen. And here I make a rule—a great and interesting story is about everyone or it will not last.

music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.

Are we at last brought to such a humiliating and debasing degradation, that we cannot be trusted with arms for our own defense?

Lasting change is a series of compromises. And compromise is all right, as long your values don’t change.

The last thing I ever wanted was to be alive when the three most powerful people on the whole planet would be named Bush, Dick and Colon.

Despite all expectations, the time of my last campaign and of my passing is near. I wish to die at home. Let not my end disarm you, and on no account weep for me, lest the enemy be warned of my death.

One of the last things she said to me was I have to go, but you don’t have to! So don’t fall with me now!