Bob Dylan Was Again An Entirely New

We Have Never Arrived. We Are In A Constant State Of Becoming.

I'm Mortified To Be On The Stage, But Then Again, It's The Only Place Where I'm Happy.

Sometimes It's Not Enough To Know What Things Mean, Sometimes You Have To Know What Things Don't Mean.

He's Hell Bent For Destruction, He's Afraid And Confused, And His Brain Has Been Mismanaged With Great Skill.

They Say Everything Can Be Replaced, Yet Every Distance Is Not Near. So I Remember Every Face Of Every Man Who Put Me Here. I See My Light Come Shining From The West Unto The East. Any Day Now, Any Day Now, I Shall Be Released.