I'm very emotional; I think I may go mad in several years' time.

It destroys the soul to hear that you're all hype, that you have no talent, and that your whole career has been contrived.

But, you know, we spent two years putting our act together.

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 .

The others don't like my interviews. And frankly, I don't care much for theirs.

When I'm dead, I want to be remembered as a musician of some worth and substance.

I want to lead the Victorian life, surrounded by exquisite clutter.

In the early days, we just wore black onstage. Very bold, my dear. Then we introduced white, for variety, and it simply grew and grew.

Back in the old days, we were often compared to Led Zeppelin. If we did something with harmony, it was the Beach Hoys. Something heavy was Led Zeppelin.

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

The reason we're successful, darling? My overall charisma, of course.

We're a bit flashy, but the music's not one big noise.

Money may not buy happiness, but it can damn well give it!