Art can lead you to God. I think that's the purpose of everything. If it's not doing that, what's it doing? It's leading you the other way. It's certainly not leading you nowhere.

There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun, and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy and God I know I'm one.

You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing.

You're gonna have to serve somebody.

So now I'm going back again I got to get her somehow All the people we used to know They're an illusion to me now Some are mathematicians Some are carpenter's wives Don't know how it all got started I don't what they're doing with their lives But me I'm still on the road Heading for another joint We always did feel the same We just saw it from a different point of view Tangled up in Blue.

The enemy is subtle, how be it we are so deceived, when truth's in our hearts and we still don't believe.

Even if you don't have all the things you want, be grateful for the things you don't have that you don't want (Bob Dylan's dad)