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.

When we were kids growing up in Liverpool, all we ever wanted to be was Elvis Presley.

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, Tomorrow I'll miss you.

...We can work it out. Life is very short, and there's no time for fussing and fighting, my friend.

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.

I used to go round to Aunt Mimi's house and John would be at the typewriter, which was fairly unusual in Liverpool. None of my mates even knew what a typewriter was. Well they knew what it was but they didn't hae one. Nobody had one.

My message is a peaceful one and I hope that the idea will spread.