I Have Dined With Kings, I've Been

What Looks Large From A Distance, Close Up Ain’t Never That Big.

I Was Lingering Out On The Pavement. There Was A Missing Person Inside Of Myself And I Needed To Find Him . . . I Felt Done For, An Empty Burned-out Wreck . . . Wherever I Am, I'm A '60s Troubadour, A Folk-rock Relic, A Wordsmith From Bygone Days, A Fictitious Head Of State From A Place Nobody Knows.

You Can Always Come Back, But You Can't Come Back All The Way.

The Purpose Of Art Is To Stop Time.

His [bob Dylan] Humour Was Dry And Splendid.