All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie.
There are degrees of happiness. You go from one to the other and then back again. It's hard to be completely happy when those around us are suffering and groaning from hunger.
I believe that instinct is what makes a genius a genius.
Every brain is civilized, Every nerve is analyzed, Everything is criticized when you are in need.
Bob has never written a bad song. Bob Dylan is a genius.
You have to work out where your place is. And who you are. But we're all spirit. That's all we are, we're just walking dressed up in a suit of skin, and we're going to leave that behind.