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.

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

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

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

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

The big turning point, really, was the Beatles' influence on American folk music, and then Roger took it to the next step, and then along came the Lovin' Spoonful and everybody else.

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.

You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin'.

To have a songwriter that wrote so specifically what I felt to be true... I've never been much of an actor either. If something is real for me, then I can do it.

But times changed, and I changed, and I didn't feel that way anymore. The Beatles were happening. I think that was probably the main thing. The Beatles just changed the whole world of music.

Pleasure, I remind myself, is inseparable from its lawfully wedded mate, pain.

Don't that make your bosom plim?

Announcing the intended arrival of some people is kind of like issuing a hurricane warning.

Not only do I believe that it is possible to maintain moral standards without the crutch of religion but I would argue that it is the only way to achieve true goodness.

My grandma said - when I was really young and I'd sing along to the radio - why do you sing in an American accent? I guess it was because a lot of the music I was listening to had American vocalists.

No man ever wrote more eloquently and luminously [than Heraclitus].

It's just hard," Harry said finally, in a low voice, "to realize he won't write me again

I like having my back pressed against a wall and being made to work harder so I don't embarrass myself.

I've been hit hard a few times, been hit really hard a few times, but I don't think I've ever left a memorable, lasting impression on anyone I've ever hit.