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

They say that patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings steal a little and they throw you in jail. Steal a lot and then they make you king.

They say everything can be replaced, Yet every distance is not near. So I remember every face Of every man who put me here. I see my light come shining From the west unto the east. Any day now, any day now, I shall be released.

People today are still living off the table scraps of the sixties. They are still being passed around - the music and the ideas.

The people in my songs are all me.

You need something to open up a new door, to show you something you seen before but overlooked a hundred times or more

The "joker" here ["All Along the Watchtower" ] is the older [Bob] Dylan himself, whining about exploitation, and the thief's rejoinder re-contextualizes the earlier critique into the religious frames that would become more prominent as time went on.