I think middle-class people have the biggest trauma if they have nice imagey parents, all smiling and dolled up.

Imagine all the people living life in peace.

We're crazy about this city. First time we came here, we walked the streets all day, all over town and nobody hassled us. People smiled, friendly-like, and we knew we could live here. We'd like to keep our place in Greenwich Village and have an apartment here, God and the Immigration Service willing. Los Angeles? That's just a big parking lot where you buy a hamburger for the trip to San Francisco.

God is a concept by which we measure our pain.

I'm not going to change the way I look or the way I feel to conform to anything.

Only by trying on other people's clothes do we find what size we are.

We reckoned we could make it because there were four of us. None at us would've made it alone, because Paul wasn't quite strong enough, I didn't have enough girl-appeal, George was too quiet, and Ringo was the drummer. But we thought that everyone would be able to dig at least one of us, and that's how it turned out.