I’m a dark horse, running on a dark race course.
If you don’t know where you’re going, any road’ll take you there.
A mind that wants to wander around a corner is an un-wise mind. Now, is, be here now.
The action that I’ve started, sometime I’ll have to face. My influence in motion, rebounding back through space.
Dear one, near me, truth assessed, reborn worldwise, mind at rest. True heart sow you, God has blessed, your soul whispers, love confessed.
America has everything, why should they want us.
Love, come and get it, it’s free.
Food is less important to me because I’ve learned to control my appetite to a great extent, simply by having my mind elsewhere. I find when I’m busy meditating on other aspects of my life I go without eating and I don’t miss it.
I used to think that having many material things would increase one’s stock of happiness. I found that to be completely untrue. The trappings don’t make the man at all.
I’m grateful to myself and those closest to me me for having given me that non-material base that means I’m a happy man, one who doesn’t have to compete or engineer projects he doesn’t have his heart in.
Home life is best for me. But I do enjoy the company of good friends whether from long ago or newer friends who only know me as George, not the ex-Beatle.
I’m not in the habit of having my photo snapped on some pretty young thing’s arm. I avoid pictures because they serve no purpose, except to point out each new line, which is very meaningless.
I consider myself perfectly normal, and I don’t know of any part of my life that would be so unusual as to interest the idly curious.
No-one knows what I do in my private, spare time, so I don’t see why anyone would assume I’m celibate or somehow turning into a Garboesque character.
I do believe in growing old gracefully, and when the time comes that I would look silly performing on stage, I’ll be prepared to give it up without regrets.
I don’t feel the need for unusual or glamorous foods like caviar, and I tend more towards ordinary, satisfying food.
As a Beatle, my everyday life belonged to the public in one way or another. We were always appearing for the public in the early days, or we were planning for them, producing for them, interviewing for their sake, etc.
I don’t believe in telling all to the public, but I feel a certain gratitude to them for having provided me with a fine material base that enables me to do pretty much what I want, possibly, for the rest of my life.
It’s wonderful to look back and think you were part of a force that shaped modern music and influenced the public in so many ways. However, that’s all in the past.
I’ve always wanted to lead an ordered, relatively conventional and private life.
Just as a fisherman cannot catch fish unless his line is in the water, a wildlife photographer cannot shoot great wildlife images unless he or she is out there with camera in hand and the knowledge of what to do then the ‘magnificent moment’ occurs.