I'm Sick Of Giving Creeps Money Off

Then Take Me Disappearin' Through The Smoke Rings Of My Mind, Down The Foggy Ruins Of Time, Far Past The Frozen Leaves, The Haunted, Frightened Trees, Out To The Windy Beach, Far From The Twisted Reach Of Crazy Sorrow. Yes, To Dance Beneath The Diamond Sky With One Hand Waving Free, Silhouetted By The Sea, Circled By The Circus Sands, With All Memory And Fate Driven Deep Beneath The Waves, Let Me Forget About Today Until Tomorrow.

When I Think Of Mystery, I Don't Think About Myself. I Think Of The Universe, Like Why Does The Moon Rise When The Sun Falls? Caterpillars Turn Into Butterflies? I Really Haven't Remained A Recluse.

Happiness Is Not On My List Of Priorities. I Just Deal With Day-to-day Things. If I'm Happy, I'm Happy – And If I'm Not, I Don't Know The Difference... Knowing That You Are The Person You Were Put On This Earth To Be – That's Much More Important Than Just Being Happy.

If I Wasn't Bob Dylan, I'd Probably Think That Bob Dylan Has A Lot Of Answers Myself.

Experience Teaches Us That Silence Terrifies People The Most.