All the money you made will never buy back your soul.

I don't need your organization, I've moved your mountains and I've marked you cards, but Eden is burning. You better get ready for elimination or else your hearts must have the courage of the changing of the guard.

New York was a city where you could be frozen to death in the midst of a busy street and nobody would notice.

I can be jubilant one moment and pensive the next, and a cloud could go by and make that happen.

You can't imagine parlor ballads drifting out of high-rise multi-towered buildings. That kind of music existed in a more timeless state of life.

Your old road is rapidly aging. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand, For the times they are a-changin'.

And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’ But I’ll know my song well before I start singin