Bob Dylan wrote in his elliptical memoir, Chronicles: Volume One, he was washed up in the 1980s, no longer a commercial success, and no longer putting out good work.

They say that patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings steal a little and they throw you in jail. Steal a lot and then they make you king.

You could listen to Woody Guthrie songs and actually learn how to live.

I became interested in folk music because I had to make it somehow.

Done so many evil things in the name of love, it's a crying shame. I never did see no fire that could put out a flame.

It was better to be in chains with friends than in a garden with strangers. [An ancient Persian proverb.] So true, huh?

Truth is like a waterslide-only fun when it's slippery and wet.