In the meantime [1965-67], [Bob] Dylan was again writing some of the best love songs in the genre, like "Visions of Johanna," "Just Like a Woman," and "Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands."

May you grow up to be righteous, may you grow up to be true. May you always know the truth and see the lights surrounding you. May you always be courageous, stand upright and be strong. May you stay forever young.

I don't know if I call myself a poet or not. I would like to, but I'm not really qualified to make that decision, because I come in on such a back door, that I don't know what a Robert Frost or a [John] Keats or a T.S. Eliot would really think of my stuff.

We have never arrived. We are in a constant state of becoming.

Is your money that good, will it buy you forgiveness?

On the stone that remains carved next to his name, his epitaph plain, only a pawn in their game.

When you got nothing, you got nothin' to lose You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.