I thought the original Communist revolutionaries coordinated themselves a bit better and didn't go around shouting about it.

The whole thing died in my mind long before the rumpus started. We used to believe the Beatles myth just as much as the public and we were in love with them just the same way. But we were four individuals who eventually recovered our individualities after being submerged in a myth.

I mean People come up and ask for autographs or say hi but they wont bug you.

Love means having to say you're sorry every fifteen minutes.

I recently got into Haiku in Japan and I just think it's fantastic. Obviously, when you get rid of a whole section of illusion in your mind you're left with great precision.

You can manicure a cat but can you caticure a man?

What we’ve got to do is keep hope alive. Because without it we’ll sink.