She speaks with a stutter and she and she walks with a hop. I don't know why I love her, but I just can't stop.

Some formulas are too complex and I don't want anything to do with them.

I play these [folk acoustic] concerts and I ask myself, 'Would you come see me tonight?' - and I'd have to answer truthfully, 'No, I wouldn't come. I'd rather be doin' something else, really I would. That something else is rock... The words are pictures, and the rock's gonna help me flesh out the colors of the pictures. (1965)

Really the truth is just a plain picture. A plain picture of, let's say, a tramp vomiting in the sewere. You know, and next door to the picture Mr. Rockefeller or Mr. C. W. Jones on the subway going to work. You know, any kind of picture. Just make a collage of pictures.

Some times I think this whole world Is one big prison yeard Some of us are prisoners The rest of us are guards

And I'll know my song well before I start singing

You might be a rock and roll addict prancing on the stage. You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage.