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 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.

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

That's why I had to leave Hair on Broadway, because I did it for about a year, and one night I was doing the show, and I realized, well, this is not real. I told the director. He says, man, it was a killer show tonight.

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

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.