I figure I've probably got a better chance of coming up with a good Paul McCartney song than Oasis has.

I know I'm probably much too late to try and apologize for my mistakes.

One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.

George Martin, he's very good at a very sort of lush, sweet arrangement.

Sometimes you say things in songs even if there's a small chance of them being true. And sometimes you say things that have nothing to do with the truth of what you want to say and sometimes you say things that everyone knows to be true. Then again, at the same time, you're thinking that the only truth on earth is that there is no truth on it. Whatever you are saying, you're saying in a ricky-tick way. There's never time to reflect. You stitched and pressed and packed and drove, is what you did.

I meant it, it's real; the lyric is as good now as it was then. It's no different. And it makes me feel secure to know that I was that sensible, or whatever-not sensible, aware of myself... It was just me singing 'Help' and I meant it.