I don't know anything about the Appalachian mountains or cowboys and Indians or anything. I just made it up.

I don't have any desire to learn. I feel it's like a voodoo, that it would spoil things if I actually learnt how things are done.

Take these broken wings and learn to fly.

There are only four people who knew what the Beatles were about anyway.

I took my brains out and stretched them on the rack, now I'm not too sure I'm gonna get them back.

By the time we made "Abbey Road", John and I were openly critical of each other's music, and I felt John wasn't much interested in performing anything he hadn't written himself.

We were a savage little lot, Liverpool kids, not pacifist or vegetarian or anything. But I feel I've gone beyond that, and that it was immature to be so prejudiced and believe in all the stereotypes.