Gay As A Daffodil.

I Haven't Felt The Excitement Of Listening To As Well As Creating Music Along With Reading And Writing For Too Many Years Now. I Feel Guilty Beyond Words About These Things. For Example, When We're Backstage And The Lights Go Out And The Manic Roar Of The Crowds Begins, It Doesn't Affect Me The Way In Which It Did For Freddy [sic] Mercury Who Seemed To Love, Relish In The Love And Adoration From The Crowd, Which Is Something I Totally Admire And Envy.

We've Gone Overboard On Every Queen Album. But That's Queen.

Can You Imagine How Terrible It Is When You've Got Everything And You're Still Desperately Lonely? That Is Awful Beyond Words.

People Are Always Asking Me What My Lyrics Mean. Does It Mean This, Does It Mean That, That's All Anybody Wants To Know. F**k Them, Darling. I Say What Any Decent Poet Would Say If You Dared Ask Him To Analyze His Work: If You See It, Dear, Then It's There. ... I Think My Melodies Are Superior To My Lyrics. ... 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.

I Have No Aspirations Of Growing Old And Boring.