“I'm as gay as a daffodil, my dear!”

“I'm just a musical prostitute, my dear.”

“yeah, i'm a rocket ship on my way to marson a collision coursei am a satellite i'm out of controli am a sex machine ready to reloadlike an atom bomb about tooh oh oh oh oh explodei'm burnin' through the sky yeahtwo hundred degreesthat's why they call me mister fahrenheiti'm trav'ling at the speed of lighti wanna make a supersonic woman of you”

“When I'm dead, I want to be remembered as a musician of some worth and substance.”

“I'm very emotional; I think I may go mad in several years' time.”

“I think my melodies are superior to my lyrics.”

“I was born to love you with every single beat of my heart. I was born to take care of youevery single day of my life.”