I Hate The Idea Of Success Robbing

Painting Is A Magical Process That I Like, Where You Conjure Something Out Of Nothing; You Get A Little Idea That Leads You Through ... You Can Go Into A Trance While You're Doing It, So It's A Nice Contrast To Real Life.

My Stepmother Sold My Birth Certificate And Someone Asked Why I Didn't Buy It Back. I Don't Know, Really. I Just Couldn't Bring Myself To Do It. It Was Mine. It Cost Me Nothing And Suddenly I Had To Buy It Back.

To Keep The Record Straight, It Wasn't Always John And Yoko. We've All Accused One Another Of Various Business Things; We Tend To Be Pretty Paranoid By Now, As You Can Imagine. There's A Lot Of Money Involved.

Help Them To Learn Songs Of Joy, Instead Of Burn, Baby, Burn.

One Of My Great Memories Of John Is From When We Were Having Some Argument. I Was Disagreeing And We Were Calling Each Other Names. We Let It Settle For A Second And Then He Lowered His Glasses And He Said: "it's Only Me." And Then He Put His Glasses Back On Again. To Me, That Was John. Those Were The Moments When I Actually Saw Him Without The Facade, The Armor, Which I Loved As Well, Like Anyone Else. It Was A Beautiful Suit Of Armor. But It Was Wonderful When He Let The Visor Down And You'd Just See The John Lennon That He Was Frightened To Reveal To The World.