Get Back To Where You Once Belonged.

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.

You're Jeans Are Full Of Crap. You're Full Of Beans, You're In You Teens. You've Lost Your Mama's Road Map.

All Kids Draw And Write Poetry And Everything, And Some Of Us Last Until We're About Eighteen, But Most Drop Off At About Twelve When Some Guy Comes Up And Says, "you're No Good." That's All We Get Told All Our Lives. "you Haven't Got The Ability. You're A Cobbler." It Happened To All Of Us, But If Somebody Had Told Me All My Life, "yeah, You're A Great Artist," I Would Have Been A More Secure Person.

I Thought The Original Communist Revolutionaries Coordinated Themselves A Bit Better And Didn't Go Around Shouting About It.

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