With Maurice Suddenly Going, I

We Said We'd Fly The Flag Without Him And Carry On. I Didn't Give Him A Kiss Because I Still Hadn't Accepted What Was Happening. I Was Hoping That Some Miracle Was Going To Happen. Of Course, It Didn't. I Wish I Had Kissed Him Now.

An Artist Is An Artist Because He Is Not Happy With The World, So He Creates His Own Existence.

I Don't Like Lifts And Will Walk Up 20 Flights Of Stairs If I Have To. Crowded Rooms Make Me Uncomfortable, Too, Although I Can Sing To A Stadium Full Of Thousands Of People No Bother.

As The Plane Got Closer To Miami, I Had This Terrible Feeling He Was Dying. Maybe He Was Telling Me That He Was Going. I Felt Anger, Panic, Despair And Helplessness.

I'm Very Proud Of Being A Bee Gee And Am Always Aware That I'll Be Identified As A Bee Gee.