I'm mad, you know? I don't think of retiring at all.

Lady Madonna lying on the bed Listen to the music playing in your head.

I feel that if I said anything about John, I would have to sit here for five days and say it all. Or I don't want to say anything.

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".

There's nothing like the eureka moment of knocking off a song that didn't exist before - I won't compare it to sex, but it lasts longer.

I meet so many people that just sort of say, "I want to thank you for your music. It really helped me" or "It changed my life."

My dad was a particularly polite kind of guy, very courteous. So when we got on a bus, he would always encourage me and my younger brother to get up and offer our seat to an old lady. I grew up kind of liking that, thinking, y'know, that's a nice thing, that's a courtesy.