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We're Crazy About This City. First Time We Came Here, We Walked The Streets All Day, All Over Town And Nobody Hassled Us. People Smiled, Friendly-like, And We Knew We Could Live Here. We'd Like To Keep Our Place In Greenwich Village And Have An Apartment Here, God And The Immigration Service Willing. Los Angeles? That's Just A Big Parking Lot Where You Buy A Hamburger For The Trip To San Francisco.

The Whole Thing Died In My Mind Long Before The Rumpus Started. We Used To Believe The Beatles Myth Just As Much As The Public And We Were In Love With Them Just The Same Way. But We Were Four Individuals Who Eventually Recovered Our Individualities After Being Submerged In A Myth.

Life Is What Happens To You While You're Busy Making Other Plans.

Mahatma Gandhi And Martin Luther King Are Great Examples Of Fantastic Nonviolents Who Died Violently. I Can Never Work That Out. We're Pacifists, But I'm Not Sure What It Means When You're Such A Pacifist That You Get Shot. I Can Never Understand That.

In Western-style Communism We Would Have To Create An Almost Imaginary Workers' Image Of Themselves As The Father-figure.