Quotes from Bob Dylan

People have a hard time accepting anything that overwhelms them.

My big fear was that my guitar would go out of tune.

everyone is making love or else expecting rain

It seemed I'd always been chasing after something, anything that moved -a car, a bird, a blowing leaf -anything that might lead me into some more lit place, some unknown land downriver. I had not even the vaguest notion of the broken world I was living in, what society could do with you.

There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.

People talk about egos as if it were objects.

Privacy is something you can sell, but you can't buy it back.

If you think the summer sun is too hot, just remember, at least you don't have to shovel it.

with her fog, her amphetamine, and her pearls ...

I don't believe you. You're a liar. Play it fucking loud!

I take each thing as it is, without prior rules about what it should be.

One more cup of coffee for the road One more cup of coffee 'fore I go. To the valley below.

Shedding off one more layer of skin Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within

Jezebel the nun, who violently knits...

aretha with no goals, eternally single & one step soft of heaven/ let it be understood that she owns this melody along with her emotional diplomats & her earth & her musical secrets

Be grateful for the things you don't have that you don't want. -Bob Dylan's Dad

Jesus tapped me on the shoulder and said, 'Bob, why are you resisting me?' I said, 'I'm not resisting You!' He said, 'You gonna follow Me?' I said, 'I've never thought about that before!' He said, 'When you're not following Me. you're resisiting Me.

They're selling postcards of the hanging They're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner They've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker The other is in his pants And the riot squad they're restless They need somewhere to go As Lady and I look out tonight From Desolation Row.

Yes, I received your letter yesterday (About the time the doorknob broke) When you asked how I was doing Was that some kind of joke? All these people that you mention Yes, I know them, they're quite lame I had to rearrange their faces And give them all another name Right now I can't read too good Don't send me no more letters, no Not unless you mail them From Desolation Row -Bob Dylan, "Desolation Row" (1965)

Well the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount, But nothing really matters much it's doom alone that counts.

People are going to say, 'Well, it's not very truthful.' But a songwriter doesn't care about what's truthful. What he cares about is what should've happened, what could've happened. That's its own kind of truth. It's like people who read Shakespeare plays, but they never see a Shakespeare play. I think they just use his name.

People are crazy and times are strange I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range I used to care, but things have changed

and if anybody asks me is it easy to forget I'll say it is easily done, you just pick anyone, and pretend that you never have met

Back seat drivers don't know the feel of the wheel but they sho' know how to make a fuss Bob Dylan/Bonnie Raitt, "Let's Keep It Between Us," 1982