Life is more or less a lie, but then again, that's exactly the way we want it to be.

I define nothing. Not beauty, not patriotism. I take each thing as it is, without prior rules about what it should be.

I accept chaos, I'm not sure whether it accepts me.

If you're looking to get silly, you better go back to from where you came. because the cops don't need you and man they expect the same.

they say every man needs protection, they say every man must fall.yet I swear I see my reflection,some place high above this wall.....and someday I shall be released.

Dostoevsky, too, had lived a dismal and hard life. The czar sent him to a prison camp in Siberia in 1849. Dostoevsky was accused of writing socialist propaganda. He was eventually pardoned and wrote stories to ward off his creditors. Just like in the early '70s I wrote albums to ward off mine.

[Bob Dylan] was rarely tender and seldom reached out to anticipate another's needs.

I'd been going though his trash. He knocked me down. I was glad to see him, even though he was banging my head against the sidewalk. Afterwards these bums come over and say, 'Did he get much money?' I say, 'Money'? That was Bob Dylan.