My Mum Died When I Was 14.

When Two Great Saints Meet, It's A Humbling Experience.

One Of My Great Memories Of John Is From When We Were Having Some Argument. I Was Disagreeing And We Were Calling Each Other Names. We Let It Settle For A Second And Then He Lowered His Glasses And He Said: "it's Only Me." And Then He Put His Glasses Back On Again. To Me, That Was John. Those Were The Moments When I Actually Saw Him Without The Facade, The Armor, Which I Loved As Well, Like Anyone Else. It Was A Beautiful Suit Of Armor. But It Was Wonderful When He Let The Visor Down And You'd Just See The John Lennon That He Was Frightened To Reveal To The World.

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

I Don't Take Me Seriously. If We Get Some Giggles, I Don't Mind.

My Dad, Bless Him, Was A Musician. And His Dad Had Thought That His Music Was Rubbish.