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

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.

We thought we’d be really big in Liverpool.

They said do what you want, because if we don’t like it no one will hear it.

You either kiss the future or the past goodbye.

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.

I am truly grateful. I’m a grateful human being.

And that’s ok and I think that I should be inspired by that to know that it’s time to move on.

He didn’t move a muscle, not one inch, and he didn’t drop one tear. I tell you that and you are probably like, “Wow, how is that even possible?”

Criticism, even when you try to ignore it, can hurt. I have cried over many articles written about me, but I move on and I don’t hold on to that.

If I have someone who believes in me, I can move mountains.

A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.

If one but tell a thing well, it moves on with undying voice, and over the fruitful earth and across the sea goes the bright gleam of noble deeds ever unquenchable.

All nature, then, as self-sustained, consists Of twain of things: of bodies and of void In which they’re set, and where they’re moved around.

The Bell never rings of itself; unless some one handles or moves it it is dumb.