I was headed for the fantastic lights. No doubt about it. Could it be that I was being deceived? Not likely. I don't think I had enough imagination to be deceived; had no false hope, either. I'd come from a long ways off and had started from a long ways down. But now destiny was about to manifest itself. I felt like it was looking right at me and nobody else.

How many deaths will it take 'till we know that too many people have died?

Abe said, where do you want this killing done? God said, out on highway 61.

God is in heaven, and we all want what's his. But power and greed and corruptible seed seem to be all that there is.

I'm gonna spare the defeated. I'm gonna tame the proud.

A song is like a dream, and you try to make it come true. They're like strange countries that you have to enter.

Early on, before rock 'n' roll, I listened to big band music - anything that came over the radio - and music played by bands in hotels that our parents could dance to. We had a big radio that looked like a jukebox, with a record player on the top. The radio/record player played 78rpm records. When we moved to that house, there was a record on there, with a red label. It was Bill Monroe, or maybe it was the Stanley Brothers. I'd never heard anything like that before. Ever. And it moved me away from all the conventional music that I was hearing.