I define nothing. Not beauty, not patriotism. I take each thing as it is, without prior rules about what it should be.

As he weeps to wicked birds of prey, who pick up on his bread crumb sins, and there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden.

His [Bob Dylan] humour was dry and splendid.

Now all the criminals in their suits and ties are free to drink martinis and watch the sunrise

Life is more or less a lie, but then again, that's exactly the way we want it to be.

your problem is that wanna better word for world

In songs, you have to tell people about something they didn't see and weren't there for, and you have to do it as if you were.