I'm not the kind of cat that's going to cut off an ear if I can't do something.

Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship. Ain't that just like my heart, babe. When you kissed my lips?

I am a restless soul hungry perhaps wretched.

[Bob Dylan] was rarely tender and seldom reached out to anticipate another's needs.

You can't imagine parlor ballads drifting out of high-rise multi-towered buildings. That kind of music existed in a more timeless state of life.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth. You're an idiot babe, it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

There ought to be a law about you coming around.