You know when you know you’ve gone rotten? Really rotten? Fruit flies. Dirty, little fruit flies. Coming to feast on what’s left.
We’re four misfits who don’t belong together, playing to the other misfits. The outcasts right at the back of the room, who are pretty sure they don’t belong either. We belong to them.[about Queen]
If any of you fuss about it or frown about it, or, worst of all, if you bore me with your sympathy, that’s just seconds wasted. Seconds that could be used making music, which is all I want to do with the time I have left. I don’t have time to be their victim, their AIDS poster boy, their cautionary tale. No, I decide who I am. I’m going to be what I was born to be. A performer… who gives the people what they want. Touch of the heavens. Freddie f***ing Mercury.[about his illness]
When I know they’re listening, when I know I really have them, I couldn’t sing off-key if I tried. I’m exactly the person I was always meant to be. I’m not afraid of anything.