The idea of being a rock and roll musician sort of suited my talents and mentality. The freedom was great, but then I found out I wasn't free. I'd got boxed in...The whole Beatle thing is just beyond comprehension ... subconsciously I was crying for help.

Now, in the sixties we were naive, like children. Everybody went back to their rooms and said 'We didn't get a wonderful world of just flowers and peace and happy chocolate, and it won't be just pretty and beautiful all the time,' and just like babies everyone went back to their rooms and sulked. 'We're going to stay in our rooms and play rock and roll and not do anything else, because the world's a nasty horrible place, because it didn't give us everything we cried for.' Right? Crying for it wasn't enough.

Life is what's going on while your making other plans.

Meanings of all songs come after they are recorded. Someone else has to interpret them

When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down happy.

We never write anything with themes. We just write the same rubbish all the time.

A Conspiracy of silence speaks louder than words.