In the valley of the giants where the stars and stripes explode, the peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey flowed.
Bob DylanI'd been going though his trash. He knocked me down. I was glad to see him, even though he was banging my head against the sidewalk. Afterwards these bums come over and say, 'Did he get much money?' I say, 'Money'? That was Bob Dylan.
Bob DylanYou must be vulnerable to be sensitive to reality. And to be vulnerable is just another way of saying that one has nothing more to lose. I don't have anything but darkness to lose.
Bob Dylan