Use your blood to paint. Keep painting until you faint. Keep painting until you die.

You may think I’m small, but I have a universe inside my mind.

Write down everything you fear in life.
Burn it.
Pour herbal oil with a sweet scent on the ashes.

[Lennon was shot to death outside his New York City apartment building on December 8, 1980. He and Ono were married in 1969.] His life was a very driven one, a very compressed one, ... In his very short life, he did a lot for us.

They'd retreated to the country with two passports only. From the outside it looked like death. People could pound the walls all they wanted, but they'd never find the door. Nobody could guess at the gardens inside.

Lennon-kah yang datang selarut ini? Padahal cinta sudah ditembak mati, mungkin tadi, pagi-pagi sekali. Ono menangis: telah kusaksikan segala perih, kakak.