I don't care what anybody says about Ringo. I cut my rock-n-roll teeth listening to him.

What are these voices outside love's open door, make us throw off our contentment, and beg for something more?

Sometimes songwriters and singers forget that. They get a melody in their head and the notes will take precedence, so that they wind up forcing a word onto a melody. It doesn't ring true.

I could have played more complex stuff. I could have been a busier player. But that's not what I wanted to do. I played what I wanted to play.

The government bugged the men's room in the local disco lounge.

There is not wrong, there is no right, and I will sleep very well tonight.

This year, notoriety got confused with fame, and the devil is down hearted because there is nothing left for him to claim.