In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinking.

Art is a never-ending dance of illusions.

There must be some kind of way out of here,' said the joker to the thief.

Just in time for Bob Dylan to recoil from the attention, leave the city for Woodstock, and turn his back on fame.

I gotta friend who spends his life, stabbing my picture with a bowie knife. Dreams of strangling me with a scarf, when my name comes up he pretends to barf.

In the dime stores and bus stations
 People talk of situations
 Read books, repeat quotations
 Draw conclusions on the wall
 Some speak of the future
 My love she speaks softly
 She knows there’s no success like failure
 And that failure’s no success at all -Bob Dylan, “Love Minus Zero / No Limit” (1965)

The government's not going to create jobs. It doesn't have to. People have to create jobs.