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

Everything government touches turns to crap.

Fondest memory of being a Beatle: Having three brothers.

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.

The Beatles were just four guys that loved each other. That's all they'll ever be.

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

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.

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

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

Ringo: 'I had no schooling before I joined The Beatles and no schooling after The Beatles. Life is a great education.

We will miss George for his sense of love, his sense of music and his sense of laughter.

Life is spent by different people in different ways.

THOSE WHO WISH ME DEAD is beautifully written, perfectly paced, expertly structured, and simply unputdownable. Koryta is an absolute master.

Massage is the study of anatomy in braille.

I'm me and you're you, and all of them out there are them. And we're all so different and equally unimportant.

Hey sister, you're just moving too fast, you're screwing up the quota.

Changes are inseparable from democracy. To defend democracy is to defend the possibility of change; in turn, changes alone can strengthen democracy.

For many, 'desire' is a bad word, something we're supposed to 'give up for God.' That kind of thinking can be really destructive because it teaches people to deny their hearts, their true selves.

I wasn't convinced a shop girl would know the word 'Oedipal.

What an enormous magnifier is tradition! How a thing grows in the human memory and in the human imagination, when love, worship, and all that lies in the human heart, is there to encourage it

The oak roars when a high wind wrestles with it; the beech shrieks; the elm sends forth a long, deep groan; the ash pours out moans of thrilling anguish.