"Like a Rolling Stone" [of Bob Dylan] is a kiss-off song like none before or since.

Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I Proud 'neath heated brow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth "Rip down all hate," I screamed Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull. I dreamed Romantic facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

I have always believed that fame is a curse. I never envied one of the famous people I've known.

A poem is a naked person.

And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’ But I’ll know my song well before I start singin

I change during the course of a day. I wake and I'm one person, and when I go to sleep I know for certain I'm somebody else.

God bless you all with peace, tranquility and good will.