I've been to Paris. And it ain't that pretty at all.

Dylan doesn't have to make Blonde On Blonde every time.

I like wherever I am. That's my big secret.

I don't learn so good, no matter how good the teacher is.

Little old lady got mutilated late last night, werewolves of London, again.

I'd like to go back to Paris someday and visit the Lourve museum, get a good running start, and hurl myself at the wall.

The hurt gets worse as the heart grows harder.