If you wanted to, it would be easy to find some crappy lyrics [of Bob Dylan] from the Eighties to undermine the Nobel Prize.

"Subterranean Homesick Blues" [of Bob Dylan] captures, in word-salad format, life in an encroaching police state.

Gonna change my way of thinking, make my self a different set of rules. Gonna put my good foot forward and stop being influenced by fools.

There's only one day at a time here, then it's tonight and then tomorrow will be today again.

When you're sad and when you're lonely and you haven't got a friend, just remember that death is not the end.

People have a hard time accepting anything that overwhelms them.

There are a lot of places I like, but I like New Orleans better.