She can play my guitar note for note, she likes to stick her tongue down my throat.

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.

Even I don't know what I'm saying most of the time.

Everything's a business. Love, truth, beauty. Conversation is a business. Spirituality is not a business, so it's going to go against the grain of people who are trying to exploit other people.

The good Samaritan, he's getting dressed, he's getting ready for the show. He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row.

May you build a ladder to the stars and climb on every rung. May you stay forever young.

Mothers tell your children not to do the things I have done, to spend my life in sin and misery in the House of the Rising Sun.