First and foremost I am a drummer. After that, Im other things.... But — Ringo Starr

"The worlds saddest man will live here in Los Angeles."

"When we first started, they basically went John and Pauls way because they were the writers and they would say, "This is the song," and I would play as creatively as I could. Sometimes I would have three people telling me how to do it. They were saying play it this like on that track. Im saying, "For Christs sake, there are two drummers there." They could never hear that, you know. Youd have to have four arms to do half the stuff they wanted me to do."

"I dont collect any memorabilia. I wish Id have kept everything I had. But who knew you had to keep it. Just gave it away. And we lost so much and we didnt look after a lot of it. I believe Pauls got everything he ever had, but I lost a lot of mine."

"I am a big Beatles fan. And, you know, unbeknownst to anyone, I used to be one. But I have no problems of putting titles and lines from other songs in my songs, because theyre great lines and great titles. And some of them I even thought of. You know, I think this is the third time Ive used "It Dont Come Easy." I used that on "Time Takes Time," I think, as well. So its just a great line that, you know, expresses so much. So I just put it in again."

"Id Like to be Under the sea In an octopuss garden with you."

"The only way Ill get you is to get you in bed."

"The wound is the place where the Light enters you."

"yes is a pleasant country... love is a deeper season than reason"

"true lovers in each happening of their hearts live longer than all which and every who"

"What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way."

"Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flower Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God! God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!"

"Unchanged within, to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at others Wanings shouldst thou fret? Then only mightst thou feel a just regret, Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In selfish forethought of neglect and slight."