“I'm a '60s troubadour, a folk-rock relic, a wordsmith from bygone days, a fictitious head of state from a place nobody knows. I'm in the bottomless pit of cultural oblivion.”

“Some folks like to get away
Take a holiday from the neighborhood.
Hop a flight to Miami Beach
Or to Hollywood
But I'm talking a Greyhound
On the Hudson River Line.
I'm in a New York state of mind.”

“I'm walkin'
But I'm going nowhere at all.
I'm 'bout to head any place in the world
But the place that I am”

“They have no idea what a bottomless pit of misery I am.”

“I'm the innocent bystander
Somehow I got stuck
Between the rock and the hard place
And I'm down on my luck”

“Other people have shrubbery in their gardens. You have a bottomless pit.”

“I'm afraid of passing out in the pit.”

“You see demons in the eyes of the world, and the world sees a bottomless pit in yours.”

“The collier's wife had four tall sons
Brought from the pit's mouth dead,
And crushed from foot to head”

“Baby," I said. "I'm a genius but nobody knows it but me.”