If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, just remind me to show you the scars.

Everything in New Orleans is a good idea.

The song was there before me, before I came along. I just sorta came down and just sorta took it down with a pencil, but it was there before I came around.

If you wanted to, it would be easy to find some crappy lyrics [of Bob Dylan] from the Eighties to undermine the Nobel Prize.

She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall. She's nobody's child, the law can't touch her at all.

How many times can a man turn his head, and pretend that he just doesn't see?

I don't write the songs; I just write 'em down.