Night can swallow you up, yet none of it touches you. Around any corner, there's a promise of something daring and ideal and things are just getting going. There's something obscenely joyful behind every door, either that or somebody crying with their head in in their hands. A lazy rhythm looms in the dreamy air and the atmosphere pulsates with bygone duels, past-life romance, comrades requesting comrades to aid them in some way. You can't see it, but you know it's there

All that foreign oil controlling American soil.

You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing.

Ironically, this was Bob Dylan's period [1967-74] of greatest fame.

Being on tour is like being in limbo. It's like going from nowhere to nowhere.

When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud, I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.

You hear a lot about God these days: God, the beneficent; God, the all-great; God, the Almighty; God, the most powerful; God, the giver of life; God, the creator of death. I mean, we're hearing about God all the time, so we better learn how to deal with it. But if we know anything about God, God is arbitrary.