The song was there before me, before I came along. I just sorta came down and just sorta took it down with a pencil, but it was there before I came around.

The cavalries charged and the Indians died, oh the country was young with God on its side.

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.

You will find God in the church of your choice.

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

If I could have any job in the world, I'd start out by writing a blog on Wired.com.

How many roads must a man walk down, Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail, Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, and how many times must the cannon balls fly, Before they're forever banned?