What politics I ever learned, I learned in the streets, because it was part of the environment.

Bob Dylan wrote in his elliptical memoir, Chronicles: Volume One, he was washed up in the 1980s, no longer a commercial success, and no longer putting out good work.

Obscenity, who really cares. Propaganda, all is phony.

She took off her wheel, took off her bell, took off her wig, said, how do I smell? I hot footed it barenaked out the window.

All the people we used to know, they're an illusion to me now.

What politics I ever learned, I learned in the streets, because it was part of the environment.

Having these colossal accolades and titles, they get in the way.