A concert is not a live rendition of our album. It’s a theatrical event.

I think my melodies are superior to my lyrics.

Who wants to live forever?

The reason we’re successful, darling? My overall charisma, of course.

The lavish presentation appeals to me, and I’ve got to convince others.

I’m just a musical prostitute, my dear.

Money may not buy happiness, but it can damn well give it.

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

I dress to kill, but tastefully.

I won’t be a rock star. I will be a legend.