Last night I danced with a stranger, but she just reminded me you were the one.
The exploitation and superficiality of mainstream America is the object not of [Bob] Dylan's hipster scorn, but of an apocalyptic parable of holy fools and righteous thieves - the kind of imagery that Dylan's later work would explore more fully.
I'm inconsistent, even to myself.
My songs always sound a lot better in person than they do on the record.
Look out your window, and I'll be gone. You're the reason I'm a-traveling on.
I define nothing. Not beauty, not patriotism. I take each thing as it is, without prior rules about what it should be.