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

Although the masters make the rules for the wise men and the fools, I've got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

They self-inflict punishment on their own broken lives, put their faith in their possessions, in their jobs, or their wives.

As he weeps to wicked birds of prey, who pick up on his bread crumb sins, and there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden.

What kind of alchemy could create a perfume that would make a reaction to a person lukewarm, indifferent and apathetic?If such a scent could be made I'd like some.

Why wait any longer for the one you love When he’s standing in front of you

You have to know that you're the best whether anybody else tells you that or not. And that you'll be around, in one way or another, longer than anybody else. Somewhere inside of you, you have to believe that.