Quotes from Bob Dylan

Though the masters make the rules For the wise men and the fools, I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

It ain't my cup of meat.

I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken

My grandfather was a duck trapper He could do it with just dragnets and ropes My grandmother could sew new dresses out of old cloth I don't know if they had any dreams or hopes I had 'em once though, I suppose, to go along With all the ring-dancin' Christmas carols on all of the Christmas eves I left all my dreams and hopes Buried under tobacco leaves

I say there're no depressed words just depressed minds.

well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus.

In the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales for the disrobed faceless forms of no position. Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts - all down in taken-for-granted situations. Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute, and the mistreated mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute, for the misdemeanor outlaw, chained an' cheated by pursuit. And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

I am against nature. I don't dig nature at all. I think nature is very unnatural. I think the truly natural things are dreams, which nature can't touch with decay.

This place don't make sense to me no more.

When the cities are on fire with the burning flesh of men Just remember that death is not the end.

The purpose of art is to stop time.

People were people.

If love is a sin, then beauty is a crime

And the words that are used For to get the ship confused Will not be understood as they're spoken. For the chains of the sea Will have busted in the night And will be buried at the bottom of the ocean.

She was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. She was fair skinned and golden haired, full-blood Italian. The air was suddenly filled with banana leaves. We started talking and my head started to spin. Cupid's arrow had whistled past my ears before, but this time it hit me in the heart and the weight of it dragged me overboard.

The thing about being misunderstood is that it diminishes your enjoyment of life

I'm trying to get as far way from myself as I can.........from Things Have Changed by Bob Dylan (not a book but .........)

The first thing that has to go is any form of artistic self-expression that's dear to you. Art is unimportant next to life, and you have no choice. I had no hunger for it, anyway. Creativity has much to do with experience, observation and imagination, and if any one of those key elements is missing, it doesn't work. It was impossible now for me to observe anything without being observed.

By combining certain elements of technique which ignite each other I could shit the levels of perception, time-frame structures and systems of rythm which would give my songs a brighter countenance, call them up from the grave [...] It was like parts of my psyche were being communicated to by angels. There was a big fire in the fireplace and the wind was making it roar.

The world don't need any more songs... As a matter of fact, if nobody wrote any songs from this day on, the world ain't gonna suffer for it... There's enough songs for people to listen to, if they want to listen to songs. For every man, woman and child on earth, they could be sent, probably, each of them, a hundred songs, and never be repeated... Unless someone's gonna come along with a pure heart and has something to say. That's a different story.

I've heard you say many times That you're better 'n no one And no one is better 'n you If you really believe that You know you got Nothing to win and nothing to lose

Oh, sister, when I come to knock on your door- Don't turn away, you'll create sorrow. Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore- You may not see me tomorrow.

I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me You'll never know the hurt I suffer nor the pain I rise above And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or you kind of love And it makes me feel so sorry.

Music is truthful… Music attracts the angels in the universe.