It's a powerful thing hearing your friend on a very beautiful song.

In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.

Bend like the willow, winds gonna blow you hard and cold tonight. Life as it happens, nobody warns you, willow hold on tight.

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

And what's the point of changing when I'm happy as I am?

I never really got on that well with Yoko anyway. Strangely enough, I only started to get to know her after John's death.

People think once you get famous and rich you move out of the public sphere and you have nothing left to write about. I've heard that - Bruce Springsteen was this real street boy, now he's got this big house. How does that compute? If you don't look at the material side of someone's life, if you look at more the emotional side, there's always a wealth of stuff to write about.