Hate your next-door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace.

And a friend of mine in the Christys, we used to sit up at night and talk and read and wonder if reincarnation, and if it wasn't reality, what would happen to the human spirit when the body dies? Is there an afterlife? Just questions like that.

I know great songwriters. Fred Neil would come up when he was in L.A., we all used to hang out. He would sit there and sing, and we would just melt. I mean, we would go to his recording sessions.

So he was opening night... I was out of a job, and I'd been to every producer in Hollywood trying to get a job singing. But nobody wanted to know me.

You may leave here for four days in space, but when you return it's the same old place.

Think of all the hate there is in Red China, then take a look around to Selma, Alabama.

Hate your next-door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace.