Well, we lost it, and that’s all there is to that.

but right now it's Bob Dylan Bob Dylan Bob Dylan all the way.

the tired sunsets and the tired people - it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all.

In a more universal sense, we only get one thing. You know...a head stone if we're lucky; if not, green grass.

They have no idea that it can be done by a bus driver, a field hand, or a fry cook. They have no idea where it comes from. It comes from pain, damnation and impossibility. The blow to the soul of the gut. It comes from getting burned and seared and slugged. It comes from...new and awful places and the same old places.

I walk into the kitchen, look at the typer down there on the floor. It's a dirty floor. It's a dirty typer that types dirty stories

I never met another man I'd rather be. And even if that's a delusion, it's a lucky one.