My love ,she speaks like silence, without ideals or violence. She doesn't have to say she's faithful, yet she's true.

So now I'm going back again I got to get her somehow All the people we used to know They're an illusion to me now Some are mathematicians Some are carpenter's wives Don't know how it all got started I don't what they're doing with their lives But me I'm still on the road Heading for another joint We always did feel the same We just saw it from a different point of view Tangled up in Blue.

Behind every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain.

One night around that time, at Hammersmith, Bob Dylan was about to go into [his 1963 classic] 'Don't Think Twice, It's Alright.He said, 'Hey, Bucky! Play mandolin on this.' I am not really a mandolin player; I could only play in certain keys. Halfway through, he stops the band, turns to the audience and points to me. He says: 'He isn't playing, he's miming.' And then: 'Should I fire him?' The whole audience yells.

I am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan, like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.

...don't criticize what you can't understand, your sons and your daughters are beyond your command.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship.