It Made Me High. It Really Did.

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

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.

I Remember A Time When Everybody I Loved Hated Me Because I Hated Them.

I'm Not Saying We're Better Or Greater, Or Comparing Us With Jesus Christ As A Person, Or God As A Thing, Or Whatever It Is. I Just Said What I Said, And It Was Wrong, Or It Was Taken Wrong. And Now It's All This.

I Want It To Sound Like An Orange.