I Don't Take Me Seriously. If We

I'm Actually Doing What I Want With My Life. I Do Sometime Think I Could Just Shut Up And Rest On My Laurels And Say: You Know What Guys, I'll Operate Out Of The Pocket You Put Me In.... But No Way! No Way I'm Gonna Do That! I'd Just Get Bored Stiff The First Minute.

Help Them To Learn Songs Of Joy, Instead Of Burn, Baby, Burn.

I Was Impossible. I Don't Know How Anyone Could Have Lived With Me. For The First Time In My Life, I Was On The Scrap Heap, An Unemployed Worker.

I Love To Hear A Choir. I Love The Humanity... To See The Faces Of Real People Devoting Themselves To A Piece Of Music. I Like The Teamwork. It Makes Me Feel Optimistic About The Human Race When I See Them Cooperating Like That.

One Of My Great Memories Of John Is From When We Were Having Some Argument. I Was Disagreeing And We Were Calling Each Other Names. We Let It Settle For A Second And Then He Lowered His Glasses And He Said: "it's Only Me." And Then He Put His Glasses Back On Again. To Me, That Was John. Those Were The Moments When I Actually Saw Him Without The Facade, The Armor, Which I Loved As Well, Like Anyone Else. It Was A Beautiful Suit Of Armor. But It Was Wonderful When He Let The Visor Down And You'd Just See The John Lennon That He Was Frightened To Reveal To The World.