The rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame, preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain.

People are crazy and times are strange ... I used to care but things have changed

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.

I think of a hero as someone who understands the degree of responsibility that comes with his freedom.

Peace will come With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall.

In the meantime [1965-67], [Bob] Dylan was again writing some of the best love songs in the genre, like "Visions of Johanna," "Just Like a Woman," and "Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands."

If you're not busy being born, you're busy dying.