Bent out of shape from society's pliers, cares not to come up any higher, but rather get you down in the hole that he's in.

Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them.

Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed.

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

My father probably thought the capital of the world was wherever he was at the time. It couldn't possibly be anyplace else. Where he and his wife were in their own home, that, for them, was the capital of the world.

I'd been going though his trash. He knocked me down. I was glad to see him, even though he was banging my head against the sidewalk. Afterwards these bums come over and say, 'Did he get much money?' I say, 'Money'? That was Bob Dylan.

A million faces at my feet but all I see are dark eyes.