Come Senators, Congressman, please heed the call, don't stand in the doorway, don't block the hall.

You breathed on me and made my life a richer one to live, when I was deep in poverty you taught me how to give. Dried the tears up from my dreams and pulled me from my hole, quenched my thirst and satisfied the burning in my soul.

Nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street.

The exploitation and superficiality of mainstream America is the object not of [Bob] Dylan's hipster scorn, but of an apocalyptic parable of holy fools and righteous thieves - the kind of imagery that Dylan's later work would explore more fully.

So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away, to the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong.

I like Fidel Castro and his beard.

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