If The Beatles Or The 60's Had

What We’ve Got To Do Is Keep Hope Alive. Because Without It We’ll Sink.

If [sean] Doesn't See Me A Few Days Or If I'm Really, Really Busy, And I Just Sort Of Get A Glimpse Of Him, Or If I'm Feeling Depressed Without Him Even Seeing Me, He Sort Of Picks Up On It. And He Starts Getting That Way. So I Can No Longer Afford To Have Artistic Depressions. If I Start Wallowing In A Depression, He'll Start Coming Down With Stuff, So I'm Sort Of Obligated To Keep Up. And Sometimes I Can't, Because Something Will Make Me Depressed And Sure As Hell He'll Get A Cold Or Trap His Finger In A Door Or Something, And So Now I Have Sort Of More Reason To Stay Healthy Or Bright.

Wouldn't It Be Interesting To Take Elvis Back To His Sun Records Period? I Don't Know. But I'm Content To Listen To His Sun Records. I Don't Want To Dig Him Up Out Of The Grave.

Nothing Affected Me Until I Heard Elvis. Without Elvis There Would Be No Beatles.

I'm Not Going To Sacrifice Love, Real Love, For Any *%@$n' War Or Any Friend, Or Any Business, Because In The End You're Alone At Night.