Reporter Lady: What's That Color? John: Hm.

Love Means Having To Say You're Sorry Every Fifteen Minutes.

Being Honest May Not Get You A Lot Of Friends But It’ll Always Get You The Right Ones

Peace In Your Mind, Peace On Earth, Peace At Work, Peace At Home, Peace In The World.

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.

I Thought Of Nothing Else But Rock 'n' Roll; Apart From Sex And Food And Money--but That's All The Same Thing, Really.