Somebody had to be Bob Dylan. I guess I was best equipped to do the job.

I don't usually purge myself by writing anything about any type of quote, so-called, relationships.

Night can swallow you up, yet none of it touches you. Around any corner, there's a promise of something daring and ideal and things are just getting going. There's something obscenely joyful behind every door, either that or somebody crying with their head in in their hands. A lazy rhythm looms in the dreamy air and the atmosphere pulsates with bygone duels, past-life romance, comrades requesting comrades to aid them in some way. You can't see it, but you know it's there

You use to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat, who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat.

She's a hypnotist collector; you are a walking antique.

You're gonna have to serve somebody.

If I had wings, no one would ask me: should I fly?