Peace And Love Are Eternal.

In Paris In 1964 Was The First Time I Ever Heard Dylan At All. Paul Got The Record (the Freewheelin' Bob Dylan) From A French Dj. For Three Weeks In Paris We Didn't Stop Playing It. We All Went Potty About Dylan.

Am I Crazy Or Am I A Genius? I Don't Think I'm Either.

That Radicalism (of The '70s) Was Phony, Really, Because It Was Out Of Guilt. I'd Always Felt Guilty That I Made Money, So I Had To Give It Away Or Lose It. I Don't Mean I Was A Hypocrite. When I Believe, I Believe Right Down To The Roots.

I Don't Have Any Romanticism About Any Part Of My Past. I Think Of It Only Inasmuch As It Gave Me Pleasure Or Helped Me Grow Psychologically. That Is The Only Thing That Interests Me About Yesterday. I Don't Believe In Yesterday, By The Way. You Know I Don't Believe In Yesterday. I Am Only Interested In What I Am Doing Now.

In Hamburg The Waiters Always Had Preludin - And Various Other Pills, But I Remember Preludin Because It Was Such A Big Trip - And They Were All Taking These Pills To Keep Themselves Awake, To Work These Incredible Hours In This All-night Place. And So The Waiters, When They'd See The Musicians Falling Over With Tiredness Or With Drink, They'd Give You The Pill. You'd Take The Pill, You'd Be Talking, You'd Sober Up, You Could Work Almost Endlessly - Until The Pill Wore Off, Then You'd Have To Have Another.