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.

We have never arrived. We are in a constant state of becoming.

The truth was obscure, Too profound and too pure, To live it you had to explode

I feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet, putting her in a wheel-barrow and wheeling her down the street.

A lot of people say there is no happiness in this life and certainly there's no permanent happiness. But self-sufficiency creates happiness.

Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take to find dignity.

I play these [folk acoustic] concerts and I ask myself, 'Would you come see me tonight?' - and I'd have to answer truthfully, 'No, I wouldn't come. I'd rather be doin' something else, really I would. That something else is rock... The words are pictures, and the rock's gonna help me flesh out the colors of the pictures. (1965)