The first thing you notice about New Orleans are the burying grounds - the cemeteries - and they're a cold proposition, one of the best things there are here. Going by, you try to be as quiet as possible, better to let them sleep. Greek, Roman, sepulchres- palatial mausoleums made to order, phantomesque, signs and symbols of hidden decay - ghosts of women and men who have sinned and who've died and are now living in tombs. The past doesn't pass away so quickly here. You could be dead for a long time

Ah, current music. What would that be? Ah, really, a lot of it sounds defective to me. It makes me restless.

I'm in love with my second cousin.

The world of research has gone berserk. Too much paper work.

Ironically, this was Bob Dylan's period [1967-74] of greatest fame.

When somethin's not right it's wrong.

I could stay with you forever and never realize the time.