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

After awhile, your, your cheap talk don't even cause me pain, so let your bullets fly like rain.

Knowledge talks, wisdom listens.

Hey motor cycle mama, you gonna marry me?

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.

If 6 turned out to be 9, I don't mind.

If the mountains fell in the sea, Let it be, it ain't me. Got my own world to live through And I ain't gonna copy you. Now, if 6 turned up to be 9, I don't mind, I don't mind. If all the hippies cut off their hair, I don't care, I don't care. Did, 'cos I got my own world to live through And I ain't gonna copy you.