Keep A Clean Nose, Watch The Plain-clothes.

I'm Not Going To Read Any Of These Magazines. I Mean, Because They've Just Got Too Much To Lose By Printing The Truth. You Know That.

Bob Dylan Was Again An Entirely New Person - This Time Old, Craggy, Cynical, And World-weary, As In "not Dark Yet".

Sing Your Praise Of Progress And The Doom Machine, The Naked Truth Is Still Taboo Whenever It Can Be Seen.

I Read On The Road In Maybe 1959. It Changed My Life Like It Changed Everyone Else's.

I'm Good With Songs I Haven't Written, If I Like Them. I'm Glad I Didn't Write Any Of Them. I Already Know How They Go, So I Have More Freedom With Them. I Understand These Songs. I've Known Them For 40 Years, 50 Years, Maybe Longer, And They Make A Lot Of Sense. So I'm Not Coming To Them Like A Stranger.