Any Real Bob Dylan Fan Would Sleep

How Many Roads Must A Man Walk Down, Before You Call Him A Man? How Many Seas Must A White Dove Sail, Before She Sleeps In The Sand? Yes, And How Many Times Must The Cannon Balls Fly, Before They're Forever Banned?

I'm Mortified To Be On The Stage, But Then Again, It's The Only Place Where I'm Happy.

Truth Is An Arrow And The Gate Is Narrow That It Passes Through.

Patriotism Is The Last Refuge To Which A Scoundrel Clings.

I'd Been Going Though His Trash. He Knocked Me Down. I Was Glad To See Him, Even Though He Was Banging My Head Against The Sidewalk. Afterwards These Bums Come Over And Say, 'did He Get Much Money?' I Say, 'money'? That Was Bob Dylan.