Instant Karma's Gonna Get You,

Where Do People Get Off Saying The Beatles Should Give $200,000,000 To South America? You Know, America Has Poured Billions Into Places Like That. It Doesn't Mean A Damn Thing. After They've Eaten That Meal, Then What? It Lasts For Only A Day. After The $200,000,000 Is Gone, Then What? It Goes Round And Round In Circles. You Can Pour Money In Forever. After Peru, Then Harlem, Then Britain. There Is No One Concert. We Would Have To Dedicate The Rest Of Our Lives To One World Concert Tour, And I'm Not Ready For It. Not In This Lifetime, Anyway.

Newspaper People Have A Habit Of Putting You In The Front Pages To Sell Their Papers, And Then After They've Sold Their Papers And Got Big Circulations, They Say, 'look At What We've Done For You

If [sean] Doesn't See Me A Few Days Or If I'm Really, Really Busy, And I Just Sort Of Get A Glimpse Of Him, Or If I'm Feeling Depressed Without Him Even Seeing Me, He Sort Of Picks Up On It. And He Starts Getting That Way. So I Can No Longer Afford To Have Artistic Depressions. If I Start Wallowing In A Depression, He'll Start Coming Down With Stuff, So I'm Sort Of Obligated To Keep Up. And Sometimes I Can't, Because Something Will Make Me Depressed And Sure As Hell He'll Get A Cold Or Trap His Finger In A Door Or Something, And So Now I Have Sort Of More Reason To Stay Healthy Or Bright.

From Our Earliest Days In Liverpool, George And I On The One Hand And Paul On The Other Had Different Musical Tastes. Paul Preferred 'pop Type' Music And We Preferred What Is Now Called 'underground'. This May Have Led To Arguments, Particularly Between Paul And George, But The Contrast In Tastes, I'm Sure, Did More Good Than Harm, Musically Speaking, And Contributed To Our Success.

It's Like Being Possessed: Like A Psychic Or A Medium. I Felt Like A Hollow Temple Filled With Many Spirits, Each One Passing Through Me, Each Inhabiting Me For A Little Time And Then Leaving To Be Replaced By Another.