Seven shots ring out like the ocean's pounding roar, there's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm.

If I made records for my own pleasure, I would only record Charley Patton songs.

Money doesn't exist because I don't recognize it.

It pays to know who your friends are but it also pays to know you ain't got any friends.

With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims, And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns, Who among them would try to impress you? -Bob Dylan, "Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands” (1966)

I can't see my reflection in the waters, I can't speak the sounds that show no pain. I can't hear the echo of my footsteps, or can't remember the sound of my own name.

Now, each of us has his own special gift And you know this was meant to be true. And if you don't underestimate me I won't underestimate you.