Love, Love, Love. All you need is love. Love is all you need.
That radicalism (of the '70s) was phony, really, because it was out of guilt. I'd always felt guilty that I made money, so I had to give it away or lose it. I don't mean I was a hypocrite. When I believe, I believe right down to the roots.
Music is everybody's possession.
What I'd have liked would have been the money and the hit records without the fame.
So long ago, was it in a dream, was it just a dream?
Please don’t spoil my day; I’m miles away and, after all, I’m only sleeping.