The songs are my lexicon. I believe the songs.

You have to work out where your place is. And who you are. But we're all spirit. That's all we are, we're just walking dressed up in a suit of skin, and we're going to leave that behind.

My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, my toes to numb to step, wait only for my boot heels to be wandering.

Don't put my faith in nobody, not even a scientist.

I saw him making love to you, you forgot to close the garage door.

Abe said, where do you want this killing done? God said, out on highway 61.

Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher, wiggle 'til you vomit fire.