[Bob Dylan] was rarely tender and seldom reached out to anticipate another's needs.

People tell me it's a sin, to know and feel too much within.

Just a reminder, if you tell anyone about what happened with Jonah last night, I'll destroy all of my writing and never play music again.

In another lifetime she must have owned the world, or been faithfully wed to some righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit streams.

When I think of mystery, I don't think about myself. I think of the universe, like why does the moon rise when the sun falls? Caterpillars turn into butterflies? I really haven't remained a recluse.

Passion is a young man's game. Young people can be passionate. Older people gotta be more wise.

The sun's not yellow, its chicken!