Life keeps getting better. If anything, you start to carry a certain pride in having survived all those years.

We get shy about saying things like I love you. Life is so short. It's crazy, that we hesitate to express our true thoughts to each other.

I relate to happiness as an ecstatic moment - something you don't create, you encounter.

If someone is unpleasant to you, draw a halo around his or her head in your mind. He/she is an angel who came to teach you something.

I think if you give in and accept society's stereotypes, then you start thinking, 'I cannot dance till late at night because I'm 70.'

Not being appreciated for 40 years or something ... It feels like I was accused of something that I didn't do, which was breaking up the Beatles. That was like being somebody who is in prison without having done anything wrong.

Every moment in our lives is a miracle we should enjoy instead of ignoring.