The Beatles Weren't Like Any Other Band.

The Death Of Rock Was Not A Natural Death. Rock Did Not Die Of Old Age. It Was Murdered.

There Are No Limitations To Any Of Our Dreams.

The Sad Thing Is Most People Have To Check With Someone Before They Do The Things That Make Them Happy. We're All Passing Through; The Least We Can Do Is Be Happy, And The Only Way To Do That Is By Being Selfish.

My Background Is Full Of Pain. My Mother Was In A Nazi Concentration Camp And Our Whole Family Was Killed Off. Then Early On Your Father Leaves And All You've Got Is Your Mother, And I Was An Only Child. Then You Come To A New Country And I Can't Speak English.

It Is Really Sad For The New Artists. Where's The Next Elvis, Where's The Next Beatles, Where's The Zeppelin? They're Out There But They Don't Have A Chance Because Once Upon A Time We [musicians Of The 60s] Had Record Companies, And They Would Support You And Have Point Of Purchase Material And They Would Give You Advances. In Other Words, They Gave You The Air To Breathe To Find Yourself And Spend The Time To Learn How To Run.