He's hell bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused, and his brain has been mismanaged with great skill.

There's beauty in the silver singing river There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty That I remember in my true love's eyes

There are no truths outside the Gates of Eden.

If I wasn't Bob Dylan, I'd probably think that Bob Dylan has a lot of answers myself.

You call yourself what you want to call yourself. This is the land of the free.

Gold will never free your father, the price, my dear, is you instead.

Well, my daddy, he didn't leave me much, you know he was a very simple man, but what he did tell me was this, he did say, son, he said, he say, you know it's possible to become so defiled in this world that your own father and mother will abandon you and if that happens, God will always believe in your ability to mend your ways.