The Dream Is Over. I

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.

Christianity Will Go. It Will Vanish And Shrink. I Needn't Argue With That; I'm Right And I Will Be Proved Right. We're More Popular Than Jesus Now; I Don't Know Which Will Go First - Rock And Roll Or Christianity.

At The (record Company) Meeting Paul Just Kept Mithering On About What We Were Going To Do, So In The End I Just Said, 'i Think You're Daft. I Want A Divorce.'

Sometimes You Wonder, I Mean Really Wonder. I Know We Make Our Own Reality, And We Always Have A Choice, But How Much Is Preordained? Is There Always A Fork In The Road, And Are There Two Preordained Paths That Are Equally Preordained? There Could Be Hundreds Of Paths Where One Could Go This Way Or That Way -- There's A Chance, And It's Very Strange Sometimes.

I Don't Believe In Killing Whatever The Reason!