It Was My Fat Elvis Period. I

Newspaper People Have A Habit Of Putting You In The Front Pages To Sell Their Papers, And Then After They've Sold Their Papers And Got Big Circulations, They Say, 'look At What We've Done For You

When Yoko [ono] And I Got Married, We Got Terrible Racialist Letters - You Know, Warning Me That She Would Slit My Throat. Those Mainly Came From Army People Living In Aldershot. Officers.

Don't Need A Gun To Blow Your Mind

Reality Leaves A Lot To The Imagination.

These Critics With The Illusions They've Created About Artists - It's Like Idol Worship. They Only Like People When They're On Their Way Up... I Cannot Be On The Way Up Again.