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.

My stepmother sold my birth certificate and someone asked why I didn't buy it back. I don't know, really. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. It was mine. It cost me nothing and suddenly I had to buy it back.

None of us wanted to be the bass player. In our minds he was the fat guy who always played at the back.

When two great saints meet, it's a humbling experience.

Most people don't know that I invented the selfie.

Jet, I can almost remember their funny faces

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