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.

Bob has never written a bad song. Bob Dylan is a genius.

Here's the thing with me and the religious thing. This is the flat-out truth: I find the religiosity and philosophy in the music. I don't find it anywhere else.

Everybody's the first somebody, y'know.

Now all the criminals in their suits and ties are free to drink martinis and watch the sunrise

Sold my guitar to the baker's son for a few crumbs and a place to hide.

When the jelly faced women all sneeze, hear the one with the mustache say I can't find my knees.