The long and winding road that leads to your door / Will never disappear, / I've seen that road before it always leads me here, / Leads me to your door.

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

I think the idea of getting out of a traffic jam and getting out of work each week and going and doing all this stuff would be really exhausting.

So, if I'm cooking, I'll be steaming vegetables, making some nice salad, that kind of stuff.

If this ever changing world in which we live in makes you give in and cry, say live and let die.

I just start singing some words with a tune. I don't ever write a song thinking, Now I'll write a song about... .

My arrest was on every bloody TV set. The other prisoners all knew who I was and asked me to sing.