Eventually, With Success, I Started To Feel

Bob [dylan] Is Not Authentic At All. He's A Plagiarist, And His Name And Voice Are Fake. Everything About Bob Is A Deception. We Are Like Night And Day, He And I.

Back Then, I Didn't Have A Big Organization Around Me. I Was Just A Kid With A Guitar, Traveling Around. My Responsibility Basically Was To The Art, And I Had Extra Time On My Hands. There Is No Extra Time Now. There Isn't Enough Time.

That's One Thing That's Always, Like, Been A Difference Between, Like, The Performing Arts, And Being A Painter, You Know. A Painter Does A Painting, And He Paints It, And That's It, You Know. He Has The Joy Of Creating It, It Hangs On A Wall, And Somebody Buys It, And Maybe Somebody Buys It Again, Or Maybe Nobody Buys It And It Sits Up In A Loft Somewhere Until He Dies. But He Never, You Know, Nobody Ever, Nobody Ever Said To Van Gogh, 'paint A Starry Night Again, Man!' You Know? He Painted It And That Was It.

Land Of Snap Decisions, Land Of Short Attention Spans, Nothing Is Savored Long Enough To Really Understand.

I'm Not A Pitiable Creature. It's Just That I Suffer Very Eloquently.