To my mind Keep Yourself Alive was never really satisfactory. Never had that magic that it should have had.

Each gig should be unique. You're always treading that line between keeping yourself fresh and giving people something they want to hear

When I'm gone, people will no doubt remember me for Queen, but I would much rather be remembered for attempting to change the way we treat our fellow creatures.

I never took sheet music seriously. I could do better myself just by listening to other people and using my own intuition.

I really thought I was pretty good before I saw Hendrix, and then I thought: Yeah, not so good.

The biggest emotion in creation is the bridge to optimism.

There is no way that you can ever really repeat something. I have this great belief that the magic of the moment can never be recaptured.

I have to build my own boat this time. It's a big sea out there, and I have a pretty small boat. I have a lot of belief in it.

What is left of your dream? Just the words on your stone. A man who learned how to teach then forgot how to learn.

I despise the Lottery. There's less chance of you becoming a millionaire than there is of getting hit on the head by a passing asteroid.

The guitar has a kind of grit and excitement possessed by nothing else.

I see again my schoolroom in Vyra, the blue roses of the wallpaper, the open window.… Everything is as it should be, nothing will ever change, nobody will ever die.

If a criminal was once a saint & a saint was once a criminal, then who is the criminal & who is the saint?

There is a certain sense in which I would say the universe has a purpose. It's not there by chance.

It's so mental how I looked in the '90s. The fact that I thought my ponytail was a good thing - it was just terrible. Cutting it off was so monumental.

Not too many people can say they love what they do and they really like the people they work with.

I think personal actions definitely matter. I think collectively they can make a big difference. But I also think that people don't live in a vacuum.

The threshold is the place of expectation.

Punk became a circus didn't it? Everybody got it wrong. The message was supposed to be: Don't follow us, do what you want!

This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all.

Are you going to tell me what that was about?” Adam asked as we went back upstairs. “Sometime,” I told him. “When we're telling ghost stories around a campfire, and I want to scare you.