Don't get up gentlemen. I'm only passing through!
If you wanted to, it would be easy to find some crappy lyrics [of Bob Dylan] from the Eighties to undermine the Nobel Prize.
Every day your memory grows dimmer - it doesn't haunt me like it did before.
Everything in New Orleans is a good idea.
The naked truth is still taboo.
Life is sad, life is a bust, all you can do is do what you must.