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

Marches alone won't bring integration when human respect is disintegratin

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.

You tell me over and over and over again, my friend, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

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

It was really fun. Well, Bobby was just basically a folk singer. He didn't play with any bands or anything, like all the rest of us. Just played his guitar and sang his songs.

You know, the music business is like the Lotto. Just put your numbers down and sometimes they hit, and sometimes they don't. There's just no rhyme or reason.