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

The land created me. I'm wild and lonesome. Even as I travel the cities, I'm more at home in the vacant lots.

I'll stand over your grave 'til I'm sure that you're dead.

Don't criticize what you can't understand.

People are going to say, ‘Well, it’s not very truthful.’ But a songwriter doesn’t care about what’s truthful. What he cares about is what should’ve happened, what could’ve happened. That’s its own kind of truth. It’s like people who read Shakespeare plays, but they never see a Shakespeare play. I think they just use his name.

Everything in New Orleans is a good idea. Bijou temple-type cottages and lyric cathedrals side by side. Houses and mansions, structures of wild grace. Italianate, Gothic, Romanesque, Greek Revival standing in a long line in the rain. Roman Catholic art. Sweeping front porches, turrets, cast-iron balconies, colonnades- 30-foot columns, gloriously beautiful- double pitched roofs, all the architecture of the whole wide world and it doesn't move.

Your old road is rapidly aging. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand, For the times they are a-changin'.