Pools Of Sorrow. Waves Of Joy.

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.

I Remember A Time When Everybody I Loved Hated Me Because I Hated Them.

Mostly Folk Music Is People With Fruity Voices Trying To Keep Alive Something Old And Dead. It's All A Bit Boring, Like Ballet: A Minority Thing Kept Going By A Minority Group.

Where Do People Get Off Saying The Beatles Should Give $200,000,000 To South America? You Know, America Has Poured Billions Into Places Like That. It Doesn't Mean A Damn Thing. After They've Eaten That Meal, Then What? It Lasts For Only A Day. After The $200,000,000 Is Gone, Then What? It Goes Round And Round In Circles. You Can Pour Money In Forever. After Peru, Then Harlem, Then Britain. There Is No One Concert. We Would Have To Dedicate The Rest Of Our Lives To One World Concert Tour, And I'm Not Ready For It. Not In This Lifetime, Anyway.

When They've Tortured And Scared You For 20 Odd Years, Then They Expect You To Pick A Career.