Think globally, act locally.

Buy, buy, says the sign in the shop window; Why, why, says the junk in the yard.

And when the night is cloudy There is still a light that shines on me Shine on until tomorrow, let it Be...

I had this song called Helter Skelter, which is just a ridiculous song. So we did it like that, 'cuz I like noise.

Paul's last words to Linda: "You're up on your beautiful Appaloosa stallion. It's a fine spring day. We're riding through the woods. The bluebells are all out, and the sky is clear-blue".

Drugs had shown me little bits here and there-they had rolled across the carpet once or twice, but I had been able to get them out of my mind.

I feel that if I said anything about John, I would have to sit here for five days and say it all. Or I don't want to say anything.