You're jeans are full of crap. You're full of beans, you're in you teens. You've lost your mama's road map.

For a long time I wasn't listening to music, to the rock and roll stuff on the radio, because it would cause me to get sweaty. It would bring back memories I didn't want to know about, or I would get that feeling that I'm not alive 'cause I'm not making it. And if it was good, I hated it 'cause I wasn't doing it. And if it was bad, I was furious 'cause I could've done it better.

I stopped listening to Dylan with both ears after Highway 64 (sic) and Blonde on Blonde, and even then it was because George (Harrison) would sit me down and make me listen.

I can't speak for George, but I pretty damn well know we got fed up of being sidemen for Paul.

We're all God. I'm not a god or the God, but we're all God and we're all potentially divine - and potentially evil.

I once was the walrus, now I'm John.

Well, I don't want to be king, I want to be real.