And So This Is Christmas...what Have You

If Being An Egomaniac Means I Believe In What I Do And In My Art Or Music, Then In That Respect You Can Call Me That... I Believe In What I Do, And I'll Say It.

Songwriting Is About Getting The Demon Out Of Me. It's Like Being Possessed. You Try To Go To Sleep, But The Song Won't Let You. So You Have To Get Up And Make It Into Something, And Then You're Allowed To Sleep. It's Always In The Middle Of The Night, Or You're Half-awake Or Tired, When Your Critical Faculties Are Switched Off. So Letting Go Is What The Whole Game Is. Every Time You Try To Put Your Finger On It, It Slips Away. You Turn On The Lights And The Cockroaches Run Away. You Can Never Grasp Them...

Life Is What Happens To You While You're Busy Making Other Plans.

Happiness Is A Warm Gun Not About Heroin. A Gun Magazine Was Sitting There With A Smoking Gun On The Cover And An Article That I Never Read Inside Called 'happiness Is A Warm Gun.' I Took It Right From There. I Took It As The Terrible Idea Of Just Having Shot Some Animal.

I've Been Reading [nikita] Khrushchev Remembers. I Know He's A Bit Of A Lad Himself - But He Seemed To Think That Making A Religion Out Of An Individual Was Bad; That Doesn't Seem To Be Part Of The Basic Communist Idea. Still People Are People, That's The Difficulty.