People call you this or that. But I can't respond because then it seems like I'm defensive, you know, what does it matter, really?

I said, you know they refused Jesus, too. He said, you're not him.

It takes a lot to laugh, it takes a train to cry

the only thing i knew how to do was to keep on keeping on

The rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame, preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain.

Is your money that good, will it buy you forgiveness?

Bob Dylan wrote in his elliptical memoir, Chronicles: Volume One, he was washed up in the 1980s, no longer a commercial success, and no longer putting out good work.