Love, Love, Love. All You Need Is

Carrying The Beatles' Or The Sixties' Dream Around All Your Life Is Like Carrying The Second World War And Glenn Miller Around. That's Not To Say You Can't Enjoy Glenn Miller Or The Beatles, But To Live In That Dream Is The Twilight Zone. It's Not Living Now. It's An Illusion.

In One Way, I Was Always Hip. I Was Hip In Kindergarten. I Was Different From The Others. There Was Something Wrong With Me, I Thought, Because I Seemed To See Things People Didn't See. I Always Saw Things In A Hallucinatory Way.

I Don't Believe In Beatles, I Just Believe In Me.

I'd Never Met A Woman I Considered As Intelligent As Me. That Sounds Bigheaded, But Every Woman I Met Was Either A Dolly-chick, Or A Sort Of Screwed-up Intellectual Chick. And Of Course, In The Field I Was In, I Didn't Meet Many Intellectual People Anyway. I Always Had This Dream Of Meeting An Artist, An Artist Girl Who Would Be Like Me. And I Thought It Was A Myth, But Then I Met Yoko And That Was It.

Man, You Should Have Seen Them Kicking Edgar Allan Poe.