Ring The Bells That Still Can Ring.

Pay Attention To The Cracks, Because That's Where The Light Gets In.

I Won't Comment On What Bob Dylan Said, But I Will Comment On His Receiving The Nobel Prize, Which To Me Is Like Pinning A Medal On Mount Everest For Being The Highest Mountain.

Do Not Believe The Truth. The Truth Is Tiny Compared To What You Have To Do.

A Heavy Burden Lifted From My Soul, I Heard That Love Was Out Of My Control.

A Poem Has A Certain - A Different Time. For Instance, A Poem Is A Very Private Experience, And It Doesn't Have A Driving Tempo. In Other Words, You Know, You Can Go Back And Forward; You Can Comeback; You Can Linger. You Know, It's A Completely Different Time Reference.