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I'm Dissatisfied With Every Record The Beatles Ever F***ing Made. There Ain't One Of Them I Wouldn't Remake.

He Laid It On George, Me And Our Wives Without Telling Us At A Dinner Party At His House. He Was A Friend Of George's, And Our Dentist At The Time. He Just Put It In Our Coffee Or Something. He Didn't Know What It Was, It Was Just, 'it's All The Thing,' With The Middle-class London Swingers. They Had All Heard About It And Didn't Know It Was Different From Pot Or Pills. And They Gave It To Us, And He Was Saying, 'i Advise You Not To Leave,' And We Thought He Was Trying To Keep Us For An Orgy In His House And We Didn't Want To Know.

Christianity Will Go. It Will Vanish And Shrink. I Needn't Argue With That; I'm Right And I Will Be Proved Right. We're More Popular Than Jesus Now; I Don't Know Which Will Go First - Rock And Roll Or Christianity.

I'm Really Very Embarrassed About My Guitar Playing, In One Way, Because It's Very Poor. I Can Never Move But I Can Make A Guitar Speak.

Guilt For Being Rich, And Guilt Thinking That Perhaps Love And Peace Isn't Enough And You Have To Go And Get Shot Or Something.