They Wouldn't Let Us Into

Oh, I Was Not Made For Heaven. No, I Don't Want To Go To Heaven. Hell Is Much Better. Think Of All The Interesting People You're Going To Meet Down There!

They Wouldn't Let Us Into Russia. They Thought We'd Corrupt The Youth Or Something.

I Haven't Felt The Excitement Of Listening To As Well As Creating Music Along With Reading And Writing For Too Many Years Now. I Feel Guilty Beyond Words About These Things. For Example, When We're Backstage And The Lights Go Out And The Manic Roar Of The Crowds Begins, It Doesn't Affect Me The Way In Which It Did For Freddy [sic] Mercury Who Seemed To Love, Relish In The Love And Adoration From The Crowd, Which Is Something I Totally Admire And Envy.

I Don't Like The Way My Teeth Protrude. I'm Going To Have Them Done, But I Just Haven't Had The Time. Apart From That... I'm Perfect.

I Am A Romantic, But I Do Put Up A Barrier Around Myself, So It Is Hard For People To Get In And To Know The Real Me. I Fall In Love Much Too Quickly And That Results In Me Getting Badly Hurt. The Problem With Love Is That You Lose Control And That Is A Very Vulnerable State To Be In. I Would Love To Really Have A Beautiful Relationship With Somebody, But It Never Seems To Work Out. What I Would Like Most Of All Is To Be In A State Of Blissful Love.