I am alive and well and unconcerned about the rumors of my death. But if I were dead, I would be the last to know.
I hate the idea of success robbing you of your private life.
There are only four people who knew what the Beatles were about anyway.
I still believe that love is all you need. I don't know a better message than that.
The Pound is sinking, the Peso's failing, the Lira's reeling, and feeling quite appalling.
Ebony and ivory live together in perfect harmony, side by side on my keyboard piano, oh Lord, why don't we?