Popular music had never had lyrical sophistication of this type [like Bob Dylan]; wit, to be sure, but "Darkness at the break of noon/Shadows even the silver spoon/The handmade blade, the child's balloon/Eclipses both the sun and moon/To understand you know too soon/ There is no sense in trying"? No.

She had bullets in her eyes and they fired.

Sometimes you get out from behind the wheel and let someone else step on the gas.

Some times I think this whole world Is one big prison yeard Some of us are prisoners The rest of us are guards

The cards are no good that your are holding unless you're from another world.

It's not easy to define poetry.

It's like my whole life never happened, When I see you, it's as if I never had a thought. I know this dream, it might be crazy, But it's the only one I've got.