Quotes from Lesley-Ann Jones

Freddie's attitude was always, 'But you can, don't you see? You can do it. Put your mind to it, you'll see what you can do.' That was one of the loveliest things about him.

We would never let anyone else see when we were wounded, but we'd show each other. We both had things to hide from our families, for example.

Fuck them, darling, if they just don't get it," retorted Freddie.

All artists are terribly insecure people. They are desperate to be noticed.

When the chosen ones arrived at the studio, they were confronted with a sign instructing them to "please check your egos at the door." They were also met by an impish Stevie Wonder, informing them that if the song wasn't up to scratch nor down in one take, he and fellow blind artist Ray Charles would be driving them all home.

The Zendavesta, or sacred scriptures, contain no formal commandments, but simply the "Three Good Things" by which Parsees have long tried to live. "Humata, Hukhta, Huvareshta": "good thoughts, good words, good deeds.

I remember him launching into "Radio Ga Ga". It wasn't even dark, he was whipping up all this magic in daylight. That ocean of fans clapping and stamping together just sent shivers down your spine. For us, it was heaven.

One of my hardest moments was unveiling

An international celebrity, he said, was better off "leaving politics to the chaps who are paid to do the job, dear.

He was 'always busy, seldom rushed. It was a pleasant, convivial lifestyle'.

We didn't write it at the time. We took notes, as journalists did in those days, by committing quotes to memory, then making our excuses and heading for the bathroom, where we'd scribble into our notebooks before the booze set in.

He's very private now," commented Brian. "He communicates by emails when there's a business discussion, but that's it.

Technically, the song's a mess. It follows no known conventional nor commercial formula. It is just a string of dreams, flashbacks, flash-forwards, vignettes, completely disjointed ideas. It changes sequence, color, tone, tempo, all for

Technically, the song's a mess. It follows no known conventional nor commercial formula. It is just a string of dreams, flashbacks, flash-forwards, vignettes, completely disjointed ideas. It changes sequence, color, tone, tempo, all for no apparent reason—which is exactly what opera does.

If somebody tells us it's rubbish, then our attitude is that the person's misguided, rather than that we are rubbish.