What did I owe the rest of the world? Nothing.

Freedom just around the corner for you, but with the truth so far off, what good will it do?

You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies. One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes.

I can't see myself singing the same song twice in a row. That's terrible.

I define nothing. Not beauty, not patriotism. I take each thing as it is, without prior rules about what it should be.

The exploitation and superficiality of mainstream America is the object not of [Bob] Dylan's hipster scorn, but of an apocalyptic parable of holy fools and righteous thieves - the kind of imagery that Dylan's later work would explore more fully.

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