All at once we see things in our skies, and we both realize it together. Well you know they were wrong, get on the right thing.

One of my great memories of John is from when we were having some argument. I was disagreeing and we were calling each other names. We let it settle for a second and then he lowered his glasses and he said: "It's only me." And then he put his glasses back on again. To me, that was John. Those were the moments when I actually saw him without the facade, the armor, which I loved as well, like anyone else. It was a beautiful suit of armor. But it was wonderful when he let the visor down and you'd just see the John Lennon that he was frightened to reveal to the world.

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".

People who paint, including myself, get to a point where a bit of angst comes in. If you're doing it for a living, it's worth it to suffer those slings and arrows.

All at once we see things in our skies, and we both realize it together. Well you know they were wrong, get on the right thing.

I think people who create and write, it actually does flow-just flows from into their head, into their hand, and they write it down. It's simple.

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