Why Don't People Believe Us When We

We Are All Christ And Hitler. Yoko And I Want Christ To Win.

People Never Grasp The Fact That They're Going To Have To Go Through The Same Thing Again. They Get To The Sort Of Five-year Stretch Or The Seven-year Itch Or Whatever These Tension Points Are That Seem To Be Organic, Built In, Like The Tide Coming In And Going Out. It's Like Every Time The Tide Goes Out You Quit--you Move Your House Or Something.

I Can't Remember Anything Without A Sadness So Deep That It Hardly Becomes Known To Me, So Deep That Its Tears Leave Me A Spectator Of My Own Stupidity.

I Could Still Be Forgotten When I'm Dead. I Don't Really Care What Happens When I'm Dead.

It Seems That All Revolutions End Up With A Personality Cult - Even The Chinese Seem To Need A Father-figure.