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

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

There's only one drummer. We all travel to his beat. Well, I couldn't sing his song. Because for me, it wasn't a truthful statement. Well, Linda sang it, and it was a monster for her.

When I wrote 'Green, Green,' it was like a really a statement of where I was at philosophically in my life.

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.

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.