This may sound strange but I had dreams as a kid of doing exactly what I ended up doing in my life.

In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns the rattle of musketry the strange mournful mutter of the battlefield.

I was always a dreamer in childhood especially. People thought I was a little strange.

We all dream we do not understand our dreams yet we act as if nothing strange goes on in our sleep minds strange at least by comparison with the logical purposeful doings of our minds when we are awake.

I couldn't have foreseen all the good things that have followed my mother's death. The renewed energy the surprising sweetness of grief. The tenderness I feel for strangers on walkers. The deeper love I have for my siblings and friends. The desire to play the mandolin. The gift of a visitation.

How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset.

I never really got on that well with Yoko anyway. Strangely enough I only started to get to know her after John's death.

People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death the pain is over. Yeah I guess it is a friend.

Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.

I don't really talk about my personal life. It's a strange and funny and weird thing. Sometimes you have a conversation with someone and the paparazzi snaps a picture of you and people decide you're dating. If I try to answer everything people say I would be up all night.