I’ll never be Bob Dylan. He’s the master.

Dylan can do no wrong.

I loved working with Bob Dylan.

Dylan, while he is in the shower and he and Joss are only seperated by the curtain and his invisibility:Dylan: “Maybe if you would come in here and scrub my back it would speed things...

If my like for you was a footy crowd, you’d be deaf cos of the roar.And if my like for you were a boxer, there’d be a dead guy lying on the floor.And if my...

The myriad of flavors explode on my tongue, shimmy through my mouth, slap my taste buds and call them filthy bastards, and I love it.

Don’t you get it? Can you imagine the…the heroism? That’s what grace is all about. He didn’t even think for one second about himself. All he thought about was that little girl, and saving her...

Yeah, you’re sitting in a tree because you’re fine. That’s easy to see. I can’t believe this is Maximum Ride, destroyer of despots, warrior hottie, leader of the flock! All you need now to make...

And I’m not saying it’s a bad song, you know, or anything like that. All I’m saying is that if you get, I don’t know, a broom, say, and dip it in some brake fluid,...

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.

Dylan, you’re my life. You.

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.

Packed up the Dylan and the Man Ray and the JoyceI left a note that said well I guess I got no choiceScuse me girl while I’m kicking it to the curbLeaving with all I...

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

I wanted her and only her.I wanted to be a part of her storm. I wanted to feel my pulse against hers.I wanted the bitter on her sweet tongue. I wanted the sadness in her...

I had no songs in my repertoire for commercial radio anyway. Songs about debauched bootleggers, mothers that drowned their own children, Cadillacs that only got five miles to the gallon, floods, union hall fires, darkness...

Dylan doesn’t have to make Blonde On Blonde every time.

Bob Dylan impresses me about as much as… well, I was gonna say a slug but I like slugs.