His [bob Dylan] Humour Was Dry And

Colleges Are Like Old-age Homes, Except For The Fact That More People Die In Colleges.

My Songs Always Sound A Lot Better In Person Than They Do On The Record.

At Times In My Life The Only Place I Have Been Happy Is When I Am On Stage.

Some Times I Think This Whole World Is One Big Prison Yeard Some Of Us Are Prisoners The Rest Of Us Are Guards

I Was Burned Out From Exhaustion, Buried In The Hail, Poisoned In The Bushes, Blown Out On The Trail; Hunted Like A Crocodile, Ravaged In The Corn, "come In," She Said, "i'll Give Ya Shelter From The Storm."