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 so-called career is a haphazard thing.
Sadness isn’t sadness. It’s happiness in a black jacket. Tears are not tears. They’re balls of laughter dipped in salt. Death is not death. It’s life that’s jumped off a tall cliff.
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.
No one is out to break your heart, it only seems that way.
When we were kids growing up in Liverpool, all we ever wanted to be was Elvis Presley.
Jet, I can almost remember their funny faces.
All at once we see things in our skies, and we both realize it together. Well you know they were wrong, get on the right thing.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m sixty-four?
I thought the only lonely place was on the moon.
It’s like there was me, then the Beatles phase, and now I’m me again.
Someone like John would want to end the Beatle period and start the Yoko period. He wouldn’t like either to interfere with the other.
I’m not religious, but I’m very spiritual.
Love doesn’t come in a minute, sometimes it doesn’t come at all.
Some people want to fill the world with silly love songs.
And when the night is cloudy There is still a light that shines on me Shine on until tomorrow, let it Be...
When you got a job to do, you got to do it well. You gotta give the other fellow hell.
At the office where the paper grows, she takes a break, drinks another coffee, and she finds it hard to stay awake. It’s just another day.
To this day, if I ever meet grownups who play ukulele, I love ’em.
I believe that in the future meditation could be as commonplace in schools and society as eco-awareness is now. It interests me that an ancient cure may be the solution to a modern problem.