We Gave Up Everything Just To Sit

I'd Like To Incite People To Break The Framework, To Be Disobedient In School, To Stick Their Tongues Out, To Keep Insulting Authority.

I'd Always Felt Repressed. We Were All So Pressurised That There Was Hardly Any Chance Of Expressing Ourselves, Especially Working At That Rate, Touring Continually And Always Kept In A Cocoon Of Myths And Dreams.

There Is Not One Thing That's Beatle Music. How Can They Talk About It Like That? What Is Beatle Music? Walrus Or Penny Lane? Which? It's Too Diverse: I Want To Hold Your Hand Or Revolution Number Nine?

I Don't Know How Much Money I've Got. I Did Ask The Accountant How Much It Came To. I Wrote It Down On A Bit Of Paper. But I've Lost The Bit Of Paper.

One Has To Completely Humiliate Oneself To Be What The Beatles Were . . . . It Happened Bit By Bit, Until . . . You're Doing Exactly What You Don't Want To Do With People You Can't Stand -- The People You Hated When You Were Ten.