I can be jubilant one moment and pensive the next, and a cloud could go by and make that happen.

Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take to find dignity.

With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims, And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns, Who among them would try to impress you? -Bob Dylan, "Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands” (1966)

Your old road is rapidly aging. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand, For the times they are a-changin'.

It's not important what other people call you. If you yourself know you're a fake, that's tougher to live with.

Everybody's wearing a disguise, to hide what they've got left behind their eyes.

Everybody's the first somebody, y'know.