Art Is A Never-ending Dance Of Illusions.

It Is The First Line That Gives The Inspiration And Then It's Like Riding A Bull. Either You Just Stick With It, Or You Don't.

I Could Stay With You Forever And Never Realize The Time.

The Only Person You Have To Think About Lying Twice To Is Either Yourself Or To God. The Press Isn't Either Of Them. And I Just Figured They're Irrelevant.

Popular Music Had Never Had Lyrical Sophistication Of This Type [like Bob Dylan]; Wit, To Be Sure, But "darkness At The Break Of Noon/shadows Even The Silver Spoon/the Handmade Blade, The Child's Balloon/eclipses Both The Sun And Moon/to Understand You Know Too Soon/ There Is No Sense In Trying"? No.

Seven Shots Ring Out Like The Ocean's Pounding Roar, There's Seven People Dead On A South Dakota Farm.