I Love Stuff Like Mozart.

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.

I'll Never Get Used To Living Without Mo, But The Painful Things That Surround What Happened To Him Aren't So Painful Any More - Not So Raw Or So New.

I Love Food, I Love Eating.

Lots Of People Aren't Comfortable With Silences. They Feel They've Got To Fill The Dead Air.

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