I didn't come out of a cereal box.

Bob Dylan was again an entirely new person - this time old, craggy, cynical, and world-weary, as in "Not Dark Yet".

The ghosts race towards the light, you can almost hear the heavy breathing spirits, all determined to get somewhere. New Orleans, unlike a lot of places you go back to and that don't have the magic anymore, still has got it. Night can swallow you up, yet none of it touches you. You can't see it, but you know it's here. Somebody's always sinking.

There's only one day at a time here, then it's tonight and then tomorrow will be today again.

Don't follow leaders.

Obscenity, who really cares. Propaganda, all is phony.

A million faces at my feet but all I see are dark eyes.