Nothing can be lower or more wholly instrumental than the substance and cause of all things.
There are certain things I want to keep to me. I don't discuss my private life.
Romeo Must Die came at the right time. It was the right vehicle for me.
I don't feel I made any sacrifices at all. I'm doing my best to juggle.
I'm a total performer.
It's Friday and I'm ready to swing. Pick up my girls and hit the party scene.
It's been so long and I'm lost without you, what am I gonna do? I been needin' you, wantin' you, wonderin' if you're the same and who's been with you. Is your heart still mine? I wanna cry sometimes. . . I miss you.
Fright never injures anyone. What injures the spirit is having someone always on your back, beating you, telling you what to do and what not to do
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.
Mathematics commands all my respect, but I have no use for engines.
Writing is a supernatural thing.