Here's my answer to the very real existential crisis that grips me midway through everything I've ever tried to do: I think stories help us fight the nihilistic urges that constantly threaten to consume us.
The first drugs I ever took, I was still at art school, with the group - we all took it together - was Benzedrine from the inside of an inhaler.
We reckoned we could make it because there were four of us. None at us would've made it alone, because Paul wasn't quite strong enough, I didn't have enough girl-appeal, George was too quiet, and Ringo was the drummer. But we thought that everyone would be able to dig at least one of us, and that's
Everybody loves you when you're six foot in the ground.
I'm really very embarrassed about my guitar playing, in one way, because it's very poor. I can never move but I can make a guitar speak.
You don't have to be a star to get a cheese sandwich. You just have to be first.
Part of me suspects that I'm a loser, and the other part of me thinks I'm God Almighty. John Len
You may say i'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one
If you tried to give rock and roll another name, you might call it 'Chuck Berry'.
Why in the world are we here? Surely not to live in pain and fear. Why on earth are you there, when you're everywhere-come and get your share.
The Kingdom of Heaven is within you.
You don't have to be some sort of freak to meditate
It's weird not to be weird.
I'm not going to change the way I look or the way I feel to conform to anything.
Imagine all the people living life in peace. You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us, and the world will be as one.
It seems that all revolutions end up with a personality cult - even the Chinese seem to need a father-figure.
I recently got into Haiku in Japan and I just think it's fantastic. Obviously, when you get rid of a whole section of illusion in your mind you're left with great precision.
It matters not who you love, where you love, why you love, when you love or how you love, it matters only that you love
Reporter lady: What's that color? John: Hm. I'd call this a color!
I started being me about the songs, not writing objectively, but subjectively. I think it was Dylan who helped me realize that - not by any discussion or anything, but by hearing his work.
Work is life, you know, and without it, there's nothing but fear and insecurity.