Anything I can sing, I call a song. Anything I can't sing, I call a poem.

I hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed. You were just a painted face on a trip down to suicide road.

He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich.

All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie.

The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The new order is Rapidly fadin'. And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin'.

Remember when you're out there trying to heal the sick, that you must always first forgive them.

There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate, so let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.