Some of my ancestors were religious dissenters who came to America over three hundred years ago. Others were abolitionists in New England in the eighteen forties and fifties.

My father, Charles Seeger, got me into the Communist movement. He backed out around '38. I drifted out in the 50's.

Little boxes made of ticky-tacky, and they all look just the same.

I'd like to be remembered as the sower of seeds. That's the greatest parable in the bible as far as I'm concerned. Some seeds fall in the pathway, get stomped on and don't grow. Some fall on the stones and don't even sprout, but others fall on the ground and multiply a thousand fold.

Songs won't save the planet, but neither will books or speeches.

One of the things I'm most proud of about my country is the fact that we did lick McCarthyism back in the fifties.

I'm not sure if my involvement in causes, benefits, marches, and demonstrations has made a huge difference, but I know one thing: that involvement has connected me with the good people: people with the live hearts, the live eyes, the live heads.