Quotes from Bob Dylan

A poem is a naked person....Some people say that I am a poet.

There is no equality. The only thing people all have in common is that they are all going to die.

I didn't come out of a cereal box.

i been meek, and hard like an oak, i seen pretty people disappear like smoke. friends will arrive, friends will disappear. if you want me, honey baby, i'll be here.

You've got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend. When I was down you just stood there a grinin

New York was a city where you could be frozen to death in the midst of a busy street and nobody would notice.

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands

Don't follow leaders.

Why wait any longer for the one you love When he's standing in front of you

There must be some kind of way out of here,' said the joker to the thief...

When You Cease To Exist, Then Who Will You Blame?

The longer you live, the better you get.

There's no liquor in the land that can stop your brain from bleedin

let me forget about today until tomorrow

The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The new order is Rapidly fadin'. And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin'.

Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land where justice is a game.

I think the truly natural things are dreams, which nature can't touch with decay.

But if the arrow is straight And the point is slick, It can pierce through dust no matter how thick. So I'll make my stand And remain as I am And bid farewell and not give a damn.

in this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinking...

And it dawned on me that I might have to change my inner thought patterns... that I would have to start believing in possibilities that I wouldn't have allowed before, that I had been closing my creativity down to a very narrow, controllable scale... that things had become too familiar and I might have to disorientate myself. p.71

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 namin' For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'.

Thinking of a series of dreams Where the time and the tempo fly And there's no exit in any direction 'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes

Well, I try my best to be just like I am, But everybody wants you to be just like them, They sing while you slave and I just get bored

Beauty walks a razors edge, someday I'll make it mine.