I will always have my songs and I don’t think I will ever dry-up.

I like every part of the pop business – though I’m sick and tired of back-biters.

Our parents came home one day and heard us, and they thought it was the radio, but our grandfather told them it was us.

The only thing that exists to me is commercial pop music.

But all bubbles have a way of bursting or being deflated in the end.

I’ve changed my lifestyle and diet. I don’t eat red meat and I’ve cut out dairy products.

Unknown to myself, I damaged all my joints.

I’ve never been into parties, premieres or night-clubbing.

No one so far has been able to get the proper feel of a song.

But sooner or later these bubbles burst anyway, and I would like for the Bee Gees to stop before we wane.

The secret is to make sure your family comes before anything else, because no matter what you do you’ve got to come home.

It is commercial pop that the majority of people understand. A working man’s daughter would not understand blues.

After all, when we arrived in London, we had nothing. We were unknown. We had no recording contract and no work.

The other secret is that Linda and I are still in love. And being really in love doesn’t go away. It’s also about being friends.

I love making records; I love making music; I love writing songs.

Fortunately I can still play the guitar, but I have to strap my wrists up to give them support. It’s the twisting of the wrist that causes the pain, so it’s OK.

And now we can’t really accept what we’ve done and where we are when we read what the magazines are saying.

I don’t want to live on past records.

The Bee Gees no longer exist.

They know that no group lasts forever.

I want us to go on making records.

As long as you’re having fun, that’s the key. The moment it becomes a grind, it’s over.

You can be tops in Australia and be unheard of everywhere else.

This place will always be the spiritual home for the Cashes. My wife, Linda, and I are determined to preserve it, to honor their memory. We fell in love with it; it’s an incredible honor...

I’m Mr Boring, not a party-goer at all.

I’m the eldest at 51, and if the Stones can drag themselves around once more, then there’s a few more albums in us.

There were times about five years ago when I literally couldn’t get out of bed. I was living in pain.

All three of us were living in each other’s pockets for 35 years.

But even now, when people see me in the street, they point upwards to the sky.

The next tour will be well spaced as I can’t handle performing night after night like it might have been in 1989, when I had to drag myself out to play.

There’s still this overriding thing of being commercial, which is always on your mind.

It was great being together as a band, but much more difficult being brothers than it was being in a band.

We think that at this point in our lives, the sooner we get back to what we think our gift is, is writing songs… Maurice will be a void, always in our lives and he...

My lower back problems really began in 1989 on the One For All tour, which was agony for me.

He was the average guy. Maurice, I think, reflected every man.

Everybody is a teenage idol.

When you are in your 20’s and 30’s, you just want a hit record and you don’t really care how it happens.

I have a little dictaphone and if a sound takes my fancy or if a lyric comes to me in the middle of the night I’ll just record it there and then.

that you’ve got to dust yourself off.

Maurice would prance into a room, you know, and his presence was immediate.

We were very influenced by The Beatles, no question.

I don’t ever wish I was somebody else.

Anything can inspire me – a conversation, something strikes you about words which can end up being a title.

I would be content if I had nothing but a tape-recorder. I could still write songs and record them.

I think every songwriter must feel as we do, but somehow no one who has recorded one of our numbers has made as good a job as we had hoped.

I have a huge ego and a huge inferiority complex at the same time.

[The result was] Stranger in a Strange Land, … Guilty Pleasures.

I like blues but it is music I am too ignorant to understand.

Maurice was a silly man. Maurice liked being silly.

It is not the money but the self-respect and wanting to create good music.