Coin de la création...

'Spending warm summer days indoors, writing frightening verse...'

As long as you hate, there will be people to hate. 

I think the popular music has gone truly weird. It’s either cutesy-wutesy or it’s hard, nasty stuff. It’s good that this has life again with the youth. 

I wanted to be successful, not famous. 

I’m a tidy sort of bloke. I don’t like chaos. I kept records in the record rack, tea in the tea caddy, and pot in the pot box. 

Love one another. 

The biggest break in my career was getting into the Beatles in 1962. The second biggest break since then is getting out of them. 

There’s high, and there’s high, and to get really high - I mean so high that you can walk on the water, that high-that’s where I’m going. 

The nicest thing is to open the newspapers and not to find yourself in them. 

I had a little throat cancer. I had a piece of my lung removed in 1997. And then I was almost murdered. But I seem to feel stronger. I don’t smoke any more. I’m a little more short of breath than I used to be, so I don’t see myself on stage lasting a full 14 rounds.

The world used us as an excuse to go mad. 

Try to realize it’s all within yourself no one else can make you change, and to see you’re only very small and life flows on within you and without you. 

I don’t listen to anything, and I don’t read the papers, and I don’t watch TV, and I don’t go to concerts. And so my music, it doesn’t matter if I did it 20 years ago or if I did it tomorrow. It doesn’t go with trends. My trousers don’t get wider and tighter every six months. My music just stays what it is, and that’s the way I like it.

We were the Spice Boys. 

We were talking about the space between us all and the people who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion. Never glimpse the truth - then it’s far too late when they pass away. 

It just annoyed me that people got so into the Beatles. “Beatles, Beatles, Beatles.” It’s not that I don’t like talking about them. I’ve never stopped talking about them. It’s “Beatles this, Beatles that, Beatles, Beatles, Beatles, Beatles.” Then in the end, it’s like “Oh, sod off with the Beatles,” you know?

It’s all just computerised crap. I listen to Top of the Pops and after three songs I feel like killing someone.

If everybody who had a gun just shot themselves there wouldn’t be a problem.

When you’ve seen beyond yourself, then you may find, peace of mind is waiting there. 

The Beatles exist apart from my Self. I am not really Beatle George. Beatle George is like a suit or shirt that I once wore on occasion and until the end of my life people may see that shirt and mistake it for me. 

With our love, we could save the world.

Rest in peace, George Harrison.  (
25 February 1943 – 29 November 2001.)