It rubs me the wrong way, a camera... It's a frightening thing...Cameras make ghosts out of people.

And it's a hard, It's a hard, It's a hard, It's a hard, It's a hard rain gonna fall.

Steal a little and they throw you in jail Steal a lot and they make you king.

Patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings.

Lay down the song you strum, And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum.

You're going to die. You're going to be dead. It could be 20 years, it could be tomorrow, anytime. So am I. I mean, we're just going to be gone. The world's going to go on without us. All right, now. You do your job in the face of that, and how seriously you take yourself, you decide for yourself.

You're gonna have to serve somebody.