I Put Things Down On Sheets Of

We've Learned Over The Years That If We Wanted We Could Write Anything That Just Felt Good Or Sounded Good And It Didn't Necessarily Have To Have Any Particular Meaning To Us. As Odd As It Seemed To Us, Reviewers Would Take It Upon Themselves To Interject Their Own Meanings On Our Lyrics. Sometimes We Sit And Read Other People's Interpretations Of Our Lyrics And Think, 'hey, That's Pretty Good.' If We Liked It, We Would Keep Our Mouths Shut And Just Accept The Credit As If It Was What We Meant All Along.

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.

Instant Karma Is Going To Get You.

When His Rolls Royce Was Mobbed By Fans The Chauffeur Said: ''do You Want Me To Get Them Off The Car?'' And Lennon Replied: ''no - They Paid For It, They Can Wreck It

The Only Reason I Went For That Goal Is That I Wanted To Say: 'now, Mummy-daddy, Will You Love Me?'