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

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.

It’s not art for art’s sake, it’s art for my sake.

I’ve done jiujitsu a huge chunk of my life, and I try to spend a lot of time educating people on the nuances, the subtleness of the ground game. It’s a big part of mixed martial arts.

Martial arts are a vehicle for developing your human potential.

If it sells, it’s art.

Despite the lack of colors, she was a work of art.

Policy is the art of the possible, the science of the relative.

However life, unlike art, has an irritating way of bumping and limping on, undoing conversions, casting doubt on solutions, and generally illustrating the impossibility of living happily or virtuously ever after.

We become immortal through our art.