I Dress To Kill, But Tastefully.

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.

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!

They Wouldn't Let Us Into Russia. They Thought We'd Corrupt The Youth Or Something.

The Bigger The Better; In Everything.

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.