I left on the Saturday morning. The doctors were saying there was still a chance that they'd get him back. You hope against hope that they're right.

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.

We've been in each other's pockets our entire lives.

The Bee Gees, to us, was the three brothers. In Maurice's name, we would respect that and not be the Bee Gees anymore.

I refuse to believe my brother is dead.

I couldn't stay there. I still find Miami very hard, because from my dock I can see the hospital. I can't stand there and look at it.

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.

You're looking at the Bee Gees right now.

We're both devastated. We've actually been in shock for the last few days since Maurice was taken ill, and so this has all gone too fast for us.