The enemy is subtle. How be it we're deceived? When the truth's in our hearts and we still don't believe. - Bob Dylan

That ear - I mean, Jesus, he's got to will that to the Smithsonian.

Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who that it's naming.’ For the loser now will be later to win

If someone had ever told me that I had the slightest chance of winning the Nobel Prize, I would have to think that I'd have about the same odds as standing on the moon.