“The most important thing is to live a fabulous life. As long as it’s fabulous I don’t care how long it is.”

Success is my breathing space. I brought it on myself. I will price it, I will cash it, I can take it or leave it. Loneliness is my hiding place, breastfeeding myself. What more can I say? I have swallowed the bitter pill, I can taste it. Life is real.

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.

I was never too keen on the British music press. They’ve called us a supermarket hype, and they used to suggest that we didn’t write our own songs.

We should never be disappointed with money; Because we only get what we have got.

My soul has painted like the wings of butterflies, Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends

I always knew I was a star. And now, the rest of the world seems to agree with me.

I fall in love much too quickly and that results in me getting badly hurt. The problem with love is that you lose control and that is a very vulnerable state to be in.

Too much love will kill you just as sure as none at all.

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.

A concert is not a live rendition of our album. It’s a theatrical event.

When we began, we approached it the way we did because we were not prepared to be out-of-work musicians, ever. We said either take it on as a serious commodity or don’t do it at all.

I have fun with my clothes onstage; it’s not a concert you’re seeing, it’s a fashion show.

I won’t be a rockstar. I will be a legend.

I love the fact that I can make people happy, in any form. Even if it’s just an hour of their lives, if I can make them feel lucky or make them feel good, or bring a smile to a sour face, that to me is worthwhile.

Modern paintings are like women, you’ll never enjoy them if you try to understand them.

My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies, Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.

We are all born to die – the difference is the intensity with which we choose to live.

Choices will continually be necessary and — let us not forget — possible. Obedience to God is always possible. It is a deadly error to fall into the notion that when feelings are extremely strong we can do nothing but act on them.

Life without limbs? Or life without limits?

For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.

Fear wins or Freedom wins, and I choose Freedom.

We eventually learn that emotional closure is our own action. We can be responsible for it. In any moment, we can choose to open or to close.

In life, one has a choice to take one of two paths: to wait for some special day-or to celebrate each special day.

In life you have a choice: Bitter or Better? Choose better, forget bitter.