If there were no Carl Perkins, there would be no Beatles.
I love the past. There are parts of the past I hate, of course.
I'm not into, Hey, what's your sign? or any of that. But I don't know how I got here, and I don't know how I write songs. I don't know why I breathe.
For tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun...
Give Ireland back to the Irish, don't make them have to take it away.
It's like if you're an astronaut and you've been to the moon, what do you want to do with the rest of your life?