It's mighty funny. The end of time has just begun.

Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb/I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from/Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer/It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.

Socialism, hypnotism, patriotism, materialism, fools making laws for the breaking of jaws.

In this age of fiberglass, I'm searching for a gem.

If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, just remind me to show you the scars.

I'd been going though his trash. He knocked me down. I was glad to see him, even though he was banging my head against the sidewalk. Afterwards these bums come over and say, 'Did he get much money?' I say, 'Money'? That was Bob Dylan.

Ironically, this was Bob Dylan's period [1967-74] of greatest fame.