My So-called Career Is A Haphazard Thing.

To This Day, If I Ever Meet Grownups Who Play Ukulele, I Love 'em.

I Would Have Liked The Beatles Never To Have Broken Up. I Wanted To Get Us Back On The Road Doing Small Places, Then Move Up To Our Previous Form And Then Go And Play. Just Make Music, And Whatever Else There Was Would Be Secondary.

The Medical Argument For Animal Testing Doesn't Stand Up. Even If It Did, I Don't Think We Should Kill Other Species. We Think We're So Much Better; I'm Not Sure We Are. I Tell People, We've Beaten Into Submission Every Animal On The Face Of The Earth, So We Are The Clear Winners Of Whatever Battle Is Going On Between The Species. Couldn't We Be Generous? I Really Do Think It's Time To Get Nice. No Need To Keep Beating Up On Them. I Think We've Got To Show That We're Kind.

It's As Serious As Anyone Ever Gets, You Know. It's Just Words. It's Just Good Poetry.

I Think The 'just Say No' Mentality Is So Crazed. I Saw A Thing In A Women's Magazine The Other Day. 'he Smokes Cannabis, What Am I To Do? He Laughs It Off When I Try To Tell Him, He Says It's Not Really Harmful...' Of Course You're Half Hoping The Advice Will Be, 'well, You Know It's Not That Harmful; If You Love Him, If You Talk To Him About It, Tell Him Maybe He Should Keep It In The Garden Shed Or Something,' You Know, A Reasonable Point Of View. But Of Course It Was, 'no, No, All Drugs Are Bad. Librium's Good, Valium's Good. But Cannabis, Ooooh!' I Hate That Unreasoned Attitude.