Pools Of Sorrow. Waves Of Joy.

If There Hadn't Been An Elvis, There Wouldn't Have Been The Beatles.

We Were Cowards When We Sacked Him.

It's Amazing How Low You Go To Get High.

The Whole Thing Died In My Mind Long Before The Rumpus Started. We Used To Believe The Beatles Myth Just As Much As The Public And We Were In Love With Them Just The Same Way. But We Were Four Individuals Who Eventually Recovered Our Individualities After Being Submerged In A Myth.

When You Do Something Noble And Beautiful And Nobody Noticed, Do Not Be Sad. For The Sun Every Morning Is A Beautiful Spectacle And Yet Most Of The Audience Still Sleeps.