How Can I Give Love When I

I've Been Baking Bread And Looking After The Baby...everyone Else Who Has Asked Me That Question Over The Last Few Years Says. 'but What Else Have You Been Doing?' To Which I Say, 'are You Kidding?' Because Bread And Babies, As Every Housewife Knows, Is A Full-time Job. After I Made The Loaves [of Bread,] I Felt Like I Had Conquered Something. But As I Watched The Bread Being Eaten, I Thought, Well, Jesus, Don't I Get A Gold Record Or Knighted Or Nothing?

Where Do People Get Off Saying The Beatles Should Give $200,000,000 To South America? You Know, America Has Poured Billions Into Places Like That. It Doesn't Mean A Damn Thing. After They've Eaten That Meal, Then What? It Lasts For Only A Day. After The $200,000,000 Is Gone, Then What? It Goes Round And Round In Circles. You Can Pour Money In Forever. After Peru, Then Harlem, Then Britain. There Is No One Concert. We Would Have To Dedicate The Rest Of Our Lives To One World Concert Tour, And I'm Not Ready For It. Not In This Lifetime, Anyway.

I'm Not Going To Sacrifice Love, Real Love, For Any *%@$n' War Or Any Friend, Or Any Business, Because In The End You're Alone At Night.

We're More Popular Than Jesus Now; I Don't Know Which Will Go First, Rock 'n' Roll Or Christianity.

As In A Love Affair, Two Creative People Can Destroy Themselves Trying To Recapture That Youthful Spirit, At Twenty-one Or Twenty-four, Of Creating Without Even Being Aware Of How It's Happening