There is an alternative to war. It’s staying in bed and growing your hair.
You know the way people begin to look like their dogs? Well, we’re beginning to look like each other.
If there hadn’t been an Elvis, there wouldn’t have been the Beatles.
One thing I can tell you is you have to be free. Come together, right now, over me.
When I hold you in my arms and I feel my finger on your trigger I know no one can do me no harm because happiness is a warm gun.
I’m not really a career person; I’m a gardener, basically.
I put things down on sheets of paper and stuff them in my pockets. When I have enough, I have a book.
I am the eggman They are the eggmen! I am the walrus!
I regret profoundly that I was not an American and not born in Greenwich Village. It might be dying, and there might be a lot of dirt in the air you breathe, but this is where it’s happening.
Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
I’ll probably be popped off by some loony.
Money can’t buy me love.
I resent performing for frisking idiots who don’t know anything.
People think the Beatles know what’s going on. We don’t. We’re just doing it.
We are all Christ and Hitler. Yoko and I want Christ to win.
I realized that kids everywhere go for the same stuff; and seeing as we’d done it in England, there’s no reason why we couldn’t do it in America too.
You better get yourself together, darling, and join the human race.
You feel alone if you’re the only one thinking ‘wouldn’t it be nice if there was peace and nobody was getting killed.’ So advertise yourself that you’re for peace if you believe in it.
One more stage, one more limo, one more run for your life.
Ringo isn’t the best drummer in the world. He isn’t even the best drummer in the Beatles.