“I’m warning you with peace and love I have too much to do. So no more fan mail. Thank you, thank you. And no objects to be signed, nothing. Peace and love, peace and love.”

Being in The Beatles was a short, incredible period of my life. I had 22 years leading up to it, and it was all over eight years later.

I’d like to be in a man band, but with Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr and Keith Richards. We’d have a rocky edge.

Of course I’m ambitious. What’s wrong with that? Otherwise you sleep all day.

I’ve said this over and over again, but I love being in a band.

I’m not sleeping with all the women I appear with.

I’ve never really done anything to create what has happened. It creates itself. I’m here because it happened. But I didn’t do anything to make it happen apart from saying ‘Yes’

Beatles, women and children first!

My soul is that of a drummer. I didn’t do it to become rich and famous. I did it because it was the love of my life.

I love that about the Beatles, that the music is still going on more than the haircut, you know.

I am, I definitely am. I’m really excited about that.

I don’t particularly like messages, because everybody takes whatever they take from whatever.

I’ve always felt that a space is as good as a fill.

I feel the older I get, the more I’m learning to handle life. Being on this quest for a long time, it’s all about finding yourself.

People in Liverpool don’t move very far, you know.

I know when I feel good when I play. There’s a closeness with musicians you only get from playing live, even in the studio it’s still playing live. For me, it’s what expands my soul.

I couldn’t put my finger on one reason why we broke up. It was time, and we were spreading out. They were spreading out more than I was. I would’ve stayed with the band.

Laughter is, above all, a corrective. Being intended to humiliate, it must make a painful impression on the person against whom it is directed. By laughter, society avenges itself for the liberties taken with it. It would fail in its object if it bore the stamp of sympathy or kindness.

Is it astonishing that, like children trying to catch smoke by closing their hands, philosophers so often see the object they would grasp fly before them?

I cannot escape the objection that there is no state of mind, however simple, that does not change every moment.

My objective was to hurt the other fighters. I wanted to hurt them. I wanted to be merciless. Man, I was a wild thing. It’s kind of a drug, a rush.

Art has no other object than to set aside the symbols of practical utility, the generalities that are conventionally and socially accepted, everything in fact which masks reality from us, in order to set us face to face with reality itself.

When it is said that an object occupies a large space in the soul or even that it fills it entirely, we ought to understand by this simply that its image has altered the shade of a thousand perceptions or memories.

The objector and the rebel who raises his voice against what he believes to be the injustice of the present and the wrongs of the past is the one who hunches the world along.

Time is a funny thing- Flies fast, though constant it slows near large objects, black holes, and you.