There's not even room enough to be anywhere/It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.../I was born here and I'll die here against my will/I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still.

Everybody knows by now that there's a gazillion books on me either out or coming out in the near future. So I'm encouraging anybody who's ever met me, heard me or even seen me, to get in on the action and scribble their own book. You never know, somebody might have a great book in them.

Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that it passes through.

His [Bob Dylan] humour was dry and splendid.

When you're sad and when you're lonely and you haven't got a friend, just remember that death is not the end.

Too much of nothing, it just makes a fellow mean.

How can the life of such a man be in the palm of some fools hand?