A mistake is to commit a misunderstanding.
Walkin' through the leaves fallin' from the trees, Feelin' like a stranger nobody sees.
Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposition, but the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency.
All these people that I used to know, they're an illusion to me now. Some are mathematicians, some are carpenters' wives.
In writing songs, I've learned as much from Cezanne as I have from Woody Guthrie.
The exploitation and superficiality of mainstream America is the object not of [Bob] Dylan's hipster scorn, but of an apocalyptic parable of holy fools and righteous thieves - the kind of imagery that Dylan's later work would explore more fully.