I'm not like John Lennon, who thought he was the great Almighty. I just think I'm John Lennon.

I'm Liam Gallagher and I'm in Oasis. The whole world is jealous of me. It should be.

I am a tender, beautiful and loving guy that happens to slap a photographer now and then because they get in my way.

I suppose I do get sad, but not for too long. I just look in the mirror and go, 'What a f***ing good-looking f*** you are.' And then I brighten up.

I know how to behave but sometimes I can't be bothered.

I live for now, not for what happens after I die. I'm going to hell, not heaven. The devil has all the good gear. What's God got? The Inspiral Carpets and nuns.

There's no rules. Show me the rule book.

I was walking along and this chair came flying past me, and another, and another, and I thought, man, is this gonna be a good night.

I was brought up Catholic. Then I had a joint and looked at the world differently.

Discipline? I don't know the meaning of the word.

Chris Martin looks like a geography teacher.

It is always worth asking, "Who speaks through us?

Why do some people always see beautiful skies and grass and lovely flowers and incredible human beings while others are hard-pressed to find anything or any place that is beautiful?

We don't ask you to believe in our ability to bring change, rather, we ask you to believe in yours.

When I was 23 I started writing for I'm Sorry I'll Read That Again and was paid three guineas for every minute's airtime.

The symphony orchestra had played poorly, so the conductor was in a bad mood. That night he beat his wife--because the music hadn't been beautiful enough.

Literature is breathing. I teach literature the way someone else might teach First Aid.

The ordinary operations of algebra suffice to resolve problems in the theory of curves.

When you're on the wrong road, sometimes the most progressive man is the one who goes backwards first. As long as there are such people, hope lies in our future.

Start the day with love, spend the day with love, fill the day with love and end the day with love. That is the way to God.

And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.