The truth was obscure, Too profound and too pure, To live it you had to explode

Stay free of petty jealousies, live by no man's code, and hold your judgment for yourself, lest you wind up on this road.

every pleasure's got an edge of pain, pay your ticket and don't complain

I'll remember you. When I've forgotten all the rest.You to me were true. You to me were the best.

How many roads must a developer walk down, before they accept the amenities package?

It will scramble your head and drag your brain about, sometimes you gotta do like Elvis did and shoot the damn thing out.

Bob has never written a bad song. Bob Dylan is a genius.