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".

I like most kinds of music. So I haven't got a bag, as they say... except the big black one in the hall outside.

The most important ingredient to making a song work is the magic. You've got a melody, you've got words, but on the more successful songs, there's a sort of magic glow that just happens and you can feel it happening. It just makes the songs sort of roll out.

Some people don't believe in climate warning - like those who don't believe there was a Holocaust.

Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?

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

Live a little be a gypsy, get around. Get your feet up off the ground, live a little, get around.