It Was My Fat Elvis Period. I

The Idea Of Being A Rock And Roll Musician Sort Of Suited My Talents And Mentality. The Freedom Was Great, But Then I Found Out I Wasn't Free. I'd Got Boxed In...the Whole Beatle Thing Is Just Beyond Comprehension ... Subconsciously I Was Crying For Help.

How Can I Give Love When I Don't Know What It Is I'm Giving?

There's Nothing You Can Do That Can't Be Done.

I'd Never Met A Woman I Considered As Intelligent As Me. That Sounds Bigheaded, But Every Woman I Met Was Either A Dolly-chick, Or A Sort Of Screwed-up Intellectual Chick. And Of Course, In The Field I Was In, I Didn't Meet Many Intellectual People Anyway. I Always Had This Dream Of Meeting An Artist, An Artist Girl Who Would Be Like Me. And I Thought It Was A Myth, But Then I Met Yoko And That Was It.

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.