If Slaughterhouses Had Glass Walls, Everyone Would

If This Ever Changing World In Which We Live In Makes You Give In And Cry, Say Live And Let Die.

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.

The Strange Thing Is, We Never Owned Our Own Publishing; It Was Always Getting Bought And Sold.

When We Were Kids We Always Used To Say, ‘okay, Whoever Dies First, Get A Message Through.’ When John Died, I Thought, ‘well, Maybe We’ll Get A Message,’ Because I Know He Knew The Deal. I Haven’t Had A Message From John.

When You Got A Job To Do, You Got To Do It Well. You Gotta Give The Other Fellow Hell.