“I’m on my feet and I’m doing what I love to do, and I’m in a profession, as a musician, where we can go on for as long as we can go on.”

I mean, women are very important to me. I don’t know, they just drive me crazy.

Wake up meat head, don’t pretend that you are dead.

I don’t like talking. It’s how I’m built. Some people gab all day and some play it smogo. I don’t mind talking or smiling, it’s just I don’t do it very much. I haven’t got a smiling face or a talking mouth.

When I was thirteen I only wanted to be a drummer.

Roy Orbison was the only act that The Beatles didn’t want to follow.

Well, I’m getting happier all the time, which is very nice.

I think we should have understanding and love and peace. I mean, peace and love has been my situation. You hear that in the song. I’m trying to promote that now: peace and love and understanding.

I never studied anything, really. I didn’t study the drums. I joined bands and made all the mistakes onstage.

I’m nervous ahead of every gig. I feel like running away three seconds before I’m due on stage. But I’m all right as soon as I get the mic in my hand.

I learned to knit in hospital. They give you stuff to do to keep you busy because you’re so ill.

If you could play, I’d play with you all night. But if I’m just playing by myself, it gets boring pretty quick.

They paint you red before they sacrifice you. It’s a different religion from ours – I think.

People only look at me as a Beatle but my friends look at me as a whole person. That’s how life works, but it’s not bugging me anymore.

You’re like the devil with horns in your head, the only way I’ll get you is to get you in bed.

Take a dose of rock and roll, and wash it down with cool clear soul.

My occupation is syncopation. But, every time, my syncopation is different, because I can never play the same fill twice. I just can’t, never have been able to.

I got my best foot forward onto greener grass, cause there ain’t no future living in the past.

When the foot of the’ mountain is enveloped in mist, the mountain appears to us much loftier than it is; so also when the ground and basis of a disaster is not clear to us.

Kinsey was six foot five, and he had this leader of men quality.

We’d like to get the fossil fuel industry on the back foot for a while, having to deal with us.

The Army needs leaders the way a foot needs a big toe.

Walk with a sense of being a part of a vast universe. Consider the thousands of miles of earth beneath your feet; think of the limitless expanse of space above your head.

Distance changes utterly when you take the world on foot. A mile becomes a long way, two miles literally considerable, ten miles whopping, fifty miles at the very limits of conception.

I’m learning kite surfing. It’s a little surfboard you have on your feet with straps, and you have a big kite like a power glider in the air that pulls you. You don’t need waves to move, and it makes a big spray of water as you go.