Forget The Dead You've Left, They Will

I Never Read Freud. I've Never Been Attracted To Anything He Has Said, And I Think He's Started A Lot Of Nonsense With Psychiatry And That Business. I Don't Think Psychiatry Can Help Or Has Helped Anybody. I Think It's A Big Fraud (pun Not Intended) On The Public.

The One Who Is Not Being Born Is Dying.

I Always Thought The Best Kind Of Sunglasses Are The Motorcycle Helmets With The Black Plastic Masks On Them. That Way, Nobody Can Recognize The Back Of Your Head Either.

She Speaks With A Stutter And She And She Walks With A Hop. I Don't Know Why I Love Her, But I Just Can't Stop.

Just In Time For Bob Dylan To Recoil From The Attention, Leave The City For Woodstock, And Turn His Back On Fame.