I love Dylan. I only met him once, about three years ago, back at the Kettle of Fish on MacDougal Street. That was before I went to England. I think both of us were pretty drunk at the time, so he probably doesn’t remember it.

You have to go on and be crazy. Craziness is like heaven.

Well, obviously religion must come from inside.

The smiling portrait of you is still hanging on my frowning wall.

If I'm free, it's because I'm always running.

If I had anything to say I'd have a say to everybody.

Sometimes I do a Dylan song and it seems to fit me so right that I figure maybe I wrote it. Dylan didn’t always do it for me as a singer, not in the early days, but then I started listening to the lyrics. That sold me.