Reality Leaves A Lot To The Imagination.

Nobody's Ever Tried The Peace Thing, ... We Are Selling It Like Soap.

The Postman Wants An Autograph. The Cab Driver Wants A Picture. The Waitress Wants A Handshake. Everyone Wants A Piece Of You.

Life Is What Happens When We Are Busy Doing Other Things. Peace Is Not Something You Wish For; It's Something You Make, Something You Do, Something You Are And Something You Give Away.

I Was A Working-class Macho Guy Who Was Used To Being Served And Yoko Didn't Buy That. From The Day I Met Her, She Demanded Equal Time, Equal Space, Equal Rights.

I Keep On Reading The Morning Star Newspaper To See If There's Any Hope, But It Seems To Be In The 19th Century; It Seems To Be Written For Dropped-out, Middle-aged Liberals.