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'm very proud of being a Bee Gee and am always aware that I'll be identified as a Bee Gee.

I don't take things for granted, because everything feels more fragile. It's made me wonder about mortality and how long you've got somebody in the world. I'm more fearful than I used to be.

If the heart stops for more than two minutes, you have massive brain death. There are only two minutes between our conscious world and zero. That's how fragile our consciousness is.

Music is being treated as one big karaoke machine.

I sometimes wonder if the tragedies my family has suffered are a kind of karmic price for all the fame and fortune the Bee Gees have had.

Music became an obsession, and eventually we felt more comfortable with each other then we did with anyone else. The three of us were like one person.

My idea of a good time is creating something and reading a good book.

I love food, I love eating.

I don't like fruit but I'm vegetarian, so eat a lot of veggies.

I find it very, very hard. He was part of the fabric of my life. We were kids together, and teenagers. We spent the whole of our lives with each other because of our music.

The only activity a cynic will find contagious is yawning, that is, with other people, at other people.

Safeguarding our health will allow us to fulfill our divine potential and serve others more effectively.

But psychology is a more tricky field, in which even outstanding authorities have been known to run in circles, 'describing things which everyone knows in language which no one understands'.

I would recommend a solo flight to all prospective suicides. It tends to make clear the issue of whether one enjoys being alive or not.

How can it hurt so much to love someone?

C makes it easy to shoot yourself in the foot; C++ makes it harder, but when you do it blows your whole leg off.

It's not the large things that send a man to the madhouse... no, it's the continuing series of small tragedies... not the death of his love but the shoelace that snaps with no time left.

Sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads.

There's a certain comfort in being in supporting roles because it's not all on you.

We live beyond words, as also we live beyond computation and beyond theory.