It's like a lot of kids; when you tell them someone's died, they laugh.

It was a period when they used to read into our lyrics a lot, used to think there was more in them than there was.

Going to do it to you sweet banana, like it's never been done, and we'll get high, high, high, in the mid-day sun.

I never look forward, because I have no idea about how any of it happened to getting here. I've no idea how the next five years are going to be.

When I see bacon, I see a pig, I see a little friend, and that's why I can't eat it. Simple as that.

I can't deal with the press; I hate all those Beatles questions.

Give Ireland back to the Irish, don't make them have to take it away.