A song is like a dream, and you try to make it come true. They're like strange countries that you have to enter.
Bob DylanAlthough the masters make the rules for the wise men and the fools, I've got nothing, Ma, to live up to.
Bob DylanMadonna, she still has not showed, we see this empty cage now corrode, where her cape of the stage once had flowed, the fiddler he now steps to the road, on the back of the fish truck that loads, while my conscience explodes.
Bob Dylan