When we were in bed, the only part of me she touched was my penis, because it was the most detached.
Kafka Was the Rage: A Greenwich Village MemoirTwo people making love, she once said, are like one drowned person resuscitating the other.
Kafka Was the Rage: A Greenwich Village MemoirEverybody is waiting for cooler weather--and I am just waiting for you--. (Bob Dylan in a letter)
A Freewheelin' Time: Greenwich Village in the Sixties, Bob Dylan and Me