The inmates and prisoners, I found they were my kind, and it was there inside the bars I found my peace of mind.

Like the lion tears the flesh off a man, so can a woman who passes herself off as a male.

Can't keep track of it no more, son's becoming husbands to their mothers, and old men turning your daughters into whores.

Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride/ You will not die, its not poison -Tombstone Blues

A song is anything that can walk by itself.

I'll be selling tickets for my next tour exclusively through Jonah Lehrer. Make sure to pay cash.

Bob Dylan wrote in his elliptical memoir, Chronicles: Volume One, he was washed up in the 1980s, no longer a commercial success, and no longer putting out good work.