"like A Rolling Stone" [of Bob Dylan]

Anger And Jealousy's All That He Sells Us, He's Content When You're Under His Thumb. Madmen Oppose Him, But Your Kindness Throws Him, To Survive It You Play Deaf And Dumb.

And It Dawned On Me That I Might Have To Change My Inner Thought Patterns... That I Would Have To Start Believing In Possibilities That I Wouldn't Have Allowed Before, That I Had Been Closing My Creativity Down To A Very Narrow, Controllable Scale... That Things Had Become Too Familiar And I Might Have To Disorientate Myself. P.71

The Only Sound That's Left After The Ambulances Go Is Cinderella Sweeping Up On Desolation Row.

Inside The Museum Infinity Goes Up On Trial. Voices Echo, 'this Is What Salvation Must Be Like After A While.' But Mona Lisa Must Have Had The Highway Blues; You Can Tell By The Way She Smiles.

If I Made Records For My Own Pleasure, I Would Only Record Charley Patton Songs.