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)

If you don't underestimate me, I won't underestimate you.

I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans.

You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.

Sometimes the silence can be like thunder.

Along with some of the worst music of Bob Dylan's career ("Self-Portrait," 1970), this period produced some gems - including many songs recorded with The Band in '67 but not released until years later.

The cavalries charged and the Indians died, oh the country was young with God on its side.