Bullets can harm you and death can disarm you, but no, you will not be deceived. Stripped of all virtue as you crawl through the dirt, you can give but you cannot receive.

You I am sure will forgive me for sincerely remarking that you might curb your magnanimity and be more of an artist, and 'load every rift' of your subject with ore.

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.

"Subterranean Homesick Blues" [of Bob Dylan] captures, in word-salad format, life in an encroaching police state.

You know, sometimes a person's reputation can be far more colossal than the influence of the person. I don't pay any attention to it anymore.

I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade, into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way.