How do you explain the bond between man and wife? Well, for one thing, it's private. What people do in their own marriage is their own business.

I'm very proud of being a Bee Gee and am always aware that I'll be identified as a Bee Gee.

I don't take things for granted, because everything feels more fragile. It's made me wonder about mortality and how long you've got somebody in the world. I'm more fearful than I used to be.

If the heart stops for more than two minutes, you have massive brain death. There are only two minutes between our conscious world and zero. That's how fragile our consciousness is.

Music is being treated as one big karaoke machine.

I sometimes wonder if the tragedies my family has suffered are a kind of karmic price for all the fame and fortune the Bee Gees have had.

Music became an obsession, and eventually we felt more comfortable with each other then we did with anyone else. The three of us were like one person.

My idea of a good time is creating something and reading a good book.

I love food, I love eating.

I don't like fruit but I'm vegetarian, so eat a lot of veggies.

I find it very, very hard. He was part of the fabric of my life. We were kids together, and teenagers. We spent the whole of our lives with each other because of our music.

I wanted to make at least an effort to impress, so I found my best suit, a Primark special that looked like it had been ironed by a blind man

Storytelling is a gift, but writing is a learned art.

Don't listen to a man who says we have to work together as a team. He means we have to work as he says.

If wishes were horses, " she murmured, "beggars would ride.

Words build bridges into unexplored regions.

You know I don't think we need the Republicans to steal family values from us.

Love did not overcome everything. Love did not always endure. All you had could be taken away, love could be the last thing you had, and then love could be taken too.

A child, when it begins to speak, learns what it is that it knows.

The song is languid and speaks of love and loneliness and loss. Why does love seem to go with the sad things?

I was a victim; I don't dwell on it.