There's nothing romantic, nothing grand, nothing heroic, nothing brave, nothing like that about drinking. It's a real coward's death.

That's my only active wish. I think if I sang like Don Henley, this would be a lot more agreeable business.

I can saw a woman in two - but you won't want to look in the box when I'm through.

I'm very well acquainted with the seven deadly sins, I keep a busy schedule trying to fit them in.

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

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

My memory is not even what most peoples is, much less what it oughta be for a discussion like this.