“Love has a nasty habit of disappearing overnight.”

“All the lonely people, where do they all come from?”

“Hey Jude, don't make it bad, take a sad song and make it better.”

“And in the endthe love you takeis equal tothe love you make”

“He's a real nowhere man,Sitting in his Nowhere Land,Making all his nowhere plansfor nobody.Doesn't have a point of view,Knows not where he's going to,Isn't he a bit like you and me?”

“And when at last I find you your song will fill the air.”