Love Is Real, Real Is Love.

Ringo Is Ringo, That's All There Is To It. And He's Every Bloody Bit As Warm, Unassuming, Funny And Kind As He Seems. He Was Quite Simply The Heart Of The Beatles

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.

We All Been Playing Those Mind Games Forever, Some Kinda Druid Dudes Lifting The Veil, Doing The Mind Guerrilla, Some Call It Magic The Search For The Grail. Love Is The Answer And You Know That For Sure, Love Is A Flower You Got To Let It Grow...

I Don't Have Any Romanticism About Any Part Of My Past. I Think Of It Only Inasmuch As It Gave Me Pleasure Or Helped Me Grow Psychologically. That Is The Only Thing That Interests Me About Yesterday. I Don't Believe In Yesterday, By The Way. You Know I Don't Believe In Yesterday. I Am Only Interested In What I Am Doing Now.

All Kids Draw And Write Poetry And Everything, And Some Of Us Last Until We're About Eighteen, But Most Drop Off At About Twelve When Some Guy Comes Up And Says, "you're No Good." That's All We Get Told All Our Lives. "you Haven't Got The Ability. You're A Cobbler." It Happened To All Of Us, But If Somebody Had Told Me All My Life, "yeah, You're A Great Artist," I Would Have Been A More Secure Person.