“A hundred years from now, people will listen to the music of the Beatles the same way we listen to Mozart.”

Painting is a magical process that I like, where you conjure something out of nothing; you get a little idea that leads you through. You can go into a trance while you’re doing it, so it’s a nice contrast to real life.

And what’s the point of changing when I’m happy as I am?

At the end of the Beatles, I really was done in for the first time in my life. Until then, I really was a kind of cocky sod.

I realize now that taking drugs was like taking an aspirin without having a headache.

When you got a job to do, you got to do it well. You gotta give the other fellow hell.

Animation is not just for children – it’s also for adults who take drugs.

I love the past. There are parts of the past I hate, of course.

When I write, there are times — not always — when I hear John (Lennon) in my head, I’ll think, OK, what would we have done here?, and I can hear him gripe or approve.

If children are studying the 20th century, I’m in their text books.

Bend like the willow, winds gonna blow you hard and cold tonight. Life as it happens, nobody warns you, willow hold on tight.

When we were starting off as kids, just the idea of maybe going to do this as a living instead of getting what we thought was going to be a boring job, was exciting.

If anyone wants to save the planet, all they have to do is just stop eating meat.

Songs have some kind of structure that connects with people`s hearts.

When you get the money, you still need to keep going; you don’t stop. There has to be something else. I think it’s the freedom to do what you want and to live your dreams.

I don’t think of myself as a legend. I just love what I do. I love playing with my band, I love going to beautiful places and give people good music. I love what I do, I`m very lucky man.

There must be a better way to make the things we want, a way that doesn’t spoil the sky, or the rain or the land.

Whenever I listen to songs, I rewrite them in my head.

Once a woman passes a certain point in intelligence she finds it almost impossible to get a husband: she simply cannot go on listening without snickering.

And what happens when you run out of words? You listen. Deeply. To everything around you.

By suggestion and example, I believe children can be helped to hear the many voices about them. Take Time to listen and talk about the voices of the earth and what they mean-the majestic voice of thunder, the winds, the sound of surf or flowing streams.

Always talk to God, never listen to the cops.

This soul of yours has lived a million lives before you. Listen to it, believe in it. It knows the way, it has seen it all.

I know what people want. I know what everybody wants – I know what the streets want, I know what the suburbs want, I know what corporate people want. I know what-all type of music these people listen to.

I only do what my gut tells me to. I think it’s smart to listen to other people’s advice, but at the end of the day, you’re the only one who can tell you what’s right for you.