I really don't like to hurt myself. I have a good understanding with all the women who have been in my life, whether I see them occasionally or not.

Who am I helping, what am I breaking, what am I giving, what am I taking?

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.

I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'. When she said, hey man, you crazy or somethin'?

With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims, And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns, Who among them would try to impress you? -Bob Dylan, "Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands” (1966)

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.

Socialism, hypnotism, patriotism, materialism, fools making laws for the breaking of jaws.