Someone Gave Me Wishes And I Wished

It Was A Dance Of Masks And Every Mask Was Perfect Because Every Mask Was A Real Face And Every Face Was A Real Mask So There Was No Mask And There Was No Face For There Was But One Dance In Which There Was But One Mask But One True Face Which Was The Same And Which Was A Thing Without A Name Which Changed And Changed Into Itself Over And Over.

When You Stop Thinking About Yourself All The Time, A Certain Sense Of Repose Overtakes You.

Show Me Slowly What I Only Know The Limits Of Dance Me To The End Of Love

There's No Concession To The Fact That Dylan Might Be A More Sophisticated Singer Than Whitney Houston, That He's Probably The Most Sophisticated Singer We've Had In A Generation. Nobody Is Identifying Our Popular Singers Like A Matisse Or Picasso. Dylan's A Picasso - That Exuberance, Range, And Assimilation Of The Whole History Of Music.

How Bitter Were The Prozac Pills Of The Last Few Hundred Mornings