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

For tomorrow may rain, so I’ll follow the sun.

What’s wrong with sentimental? Sentimental means you like stuff.

And when the night is cloudy There is still a light that shines on me Shine on until tomorrow, let it Be.

One may not eat what has a face.

My message is a peaceful one and I hope that the idea will spread.

If You can play Your stuff in a pub, then You´re a good band.

Take these broken wings and learn to fly.

There are two things John and I always do when we’re going to sit down and write a song. First of all we sit down. Then we think about writing a song.

Love doesn’t come in a minute, sometimes it doesn’t come at all.

We can work it out. Life is very short, and there’s no time for fussing and fighting, my friend.

I doubt very much if The Beatles would have happened if it was not for Elvis.

If slaughterhouses had glass walls, everyone would be a vegetarian.

Think globally, act locally.

The beatles were always a great band. nothing more nothing less.

We got into music to avoid a job, and get lots of girls.

Nothing pleases me more than to go into a room and come out with a piece of music.

Noble character is best appreciated in those ages in which it can most readily develop.

Music rearranges your molecular structure.

You can’t overthink the music. Mood and intensity can’t be manufactured. The blues isn’t about structure; it’s what you bring to it. The spontaneity of capturing a specific moment is what drives it.

I always felt if we were going in to do an album, there should already be a lot of structure already made up so we could get on with that and see what else happened.

When you hear the melodic structures of what classical musicians put together and you compare it to that of a rock & roll record, there’s a hell of a long way rock & roll has to go.

The structure of a play is always the story of how the birds came home to roost.

In order for music to free itself, it will have to pass over to the other side – there where territories tremble, where the structures collapse, where the ethoses get mixed up, where a powerful song of the earth is unleashed, the great ritornelles that transmutes all the airs it carries away and makes return.

What a wonderful phenomenon it is, carefully considered, when the human eye, that jewel of organic structures, concentrates its moist brilliance on another human creature!