“People like me are aware of their so-called genius at ten, eight, nine…I always wondered, “Why has nobody discovered me?” In school, didn’t they see that I’m cleverer than anybody in this school? That the teachers are stupid too? That all they had was information I didn’t need? […] A couple of teachers would notice me, encourage me to be something or other, to draw or paint—express myself. But most of the time they were trying to beat me into being a fuckin’ dentist or a teacher. And then the fuckin’ fans tried to beat me into being a fuckin’ Beatle or an Engelbert Humperdinck, and the critics tried to beat me into being Paul McCartney.”