After becoming famous once again - a 1976 song, "Hurricane," even marked a return to protest songwriting - [Bob] Dylan got addicted to drugs, found Jesus, left Jesus, and put out a lot of swill.

The drunken politician leaps upon the street where mothers weep, and the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you.

I am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan, like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.

[Bob] Dylan crashed his motorcycle in 1967, and almost died. A few years ago, he referred to the experience as a "transfiguration."

..When I first heard Elvis' voice, I knew that I wasn't going to work for anybody ... hearing him for the first time was like busting out of jail

It's not a house, it's a home.

I'll stand over your grave 'til I'm sure that you're dead.