His [bob Dylan] Humour Was Dry And

Black Is The Color And None Is The Number

Every Brain Is Civilized, Every Nerve Is Analyzed, Everything Is Criticized When You Are In Need.

I Change During The Course Of A Day. I Wake And I'm One Person, And When I Go To Sleep I Know For Certain I'm Somebody Else.

All This Talk About Equality. The Only Thing People Really Have In Common Is That They Are All Going To Die.

I Can Be Jubilant One Moment And Pensive The Next, And A Cloud Could Go By And Make That Happen.