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.

Some people want to fill the world with silly love songs

If You can play Your stuff in a pub, then You´re a good band.

I took my brains out and stretched them on the rack, now I'm not too sure I'm gonna get them back.

We were pretty good mates until the Beatles started to split up and Yoko came into it. It was more like old army buddies splitting up on account of wedding bells.

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.

Take these broken wings and learn to fly.