Who wants to live forever?

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 .

Is Billy Idol just doing a bad Elvis pout, or was he born that way?

I like to be surrounded by splendid things.

One night Roger was in a foul mood and he threw his entire bloody drumset across the stage. The thing only just missed me – I might have been killed.

I’m hopeless with money; I simply spend what I’ve got.

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.

What will I be doing in twenty years’ time? I’ll be dead, darling! Are you crazy?

When the whole point of Queen was to be original.

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

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

And, we have no such thing as a budget anymore. Our manager freaks when we show him the bill. We’re lavish to the bone, but all our money goes back into the product.

Who wants to live forever?

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

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

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

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

The lavish presentation appeals to me, and I’ve got to convince the others.

I won’t be a rock star. I will be a legend.

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

We were disliked by the press in the early days because they couldn’t put their finger on us, and that was the case with Zeppelin as well.

I think my melodies are superior to my lyrics.

We’ve gone overboard on every Queen album. But that’s Queen.

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

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

I dress to kill, but tastefully.

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.

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.

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

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.

I’m not into business at all.

I’m just a musical prostitute, my dear.

I got my diploma from Ealing College of Art, in graphics and illustration.

If we’re weird onstage, I don’t know what you’d call the Tubes.

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.

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

You know, I designed the Queen crest. I simply combined all the creatures that represent our star signs-and I don’t even believe in astrology.

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