Everything They Told Me As

Ringo Is Ringo, That's All There Is To It. And He's Every Bloody Bit As Warm, Unassuming, Funny And Kind As He Seems. He Was Quite Simply The Heart Of The Beatles

The More Real You Get, The More Unreal Everything Else Is.

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

I'd Spent Five Hours That Morning Trying To Write A Song That Was Meaningful And Good, And I Finally Gave Up And Lay Down. Then, "nowhere Man" Came, Words And Music, The Whole Damn Thing, As I Lay Down...song Writing Is About Getting The Demon Out Of Me. It's Like Being Possessed. You Try To Go To Sleep, But The Song Won't Let You. So You Have To Get Up And Make It Into Something, And Then You're Allowed Sleep.

Guilt For Being Rich, And Guilt Thinking That Perhaps Love And Peace Isn't Enough And You Have To Go And Get Shot Or Something.