I ain't saying you treated me unkind you could've done better, but I don't mind. You just kinda wasted my precious time.… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Art can lead you to God. I think that's the purpose of everything. If it's not doing that, what's it doing? It's… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Everybody has their own idea of what's a poet. Robert Frost, President Johnson, T.S.Eliot, Rudolf Valentino - they're all poets. I like… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Love is all there is, it makes the world go 'round Love and only love, it can't be denied No matter what… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Thinking of a series of dreams Where the time and the tempo fly And there's no exit in any direction 'Cept the… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
People think they know me from my songs. But my repertoire of songs is so wide-ranging that you'd have to be a… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Wasn't making any great connection Wasn't falling for any intricate scheme Nothing that would pass inspection Just thinking of a series of… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
The corporations have taken over. Even in the recording studio. Actually, the corporate companies have taken over American life most everywhere. Go… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
There's no black and white, left and right to me anymore; there's only up and down and down is very close to… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I never read Freud. I've never been attracted to anything he has said, and I think he's started a lot of nonsense… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I don't know if I call myself a poet or not. I would like to, but I'm not really qualified to make… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
The hollow horn plays wasted words, proves to warn that he not busy being born is busy dying. — Bob Dylan Copy Share
Just a reminder, if you tell anyone about what happened with Jonah last night, I'll destroy all of my writing and never play music… — Bob Dylan Copy Share
Twenty years of schooling and they put you on the day shift - look out out kid, they keep it all hid — Bob Dylan Copy Share
The drunken politician leaps upon the street where mothers weep, and the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you. — Bob Dylan Copy Share
I gotta friend who spends his life, stabbing my picture with a bowie knife. Dreams of strangling me with a scarf, when my name… — Bob Dylan Copy Share
She speaks with a stutter and she and she walks with a hop. I don't know why I love her, but I just can't… — Bob Dylan Copy Share
The man in the coon skin cap in the pig pen wants eleven dollar bills, you've only got ten. — Bob Dylan Copy Share
![“I don't know if I call myself a poet or not. I would like to, but I'm not really qualified to make that decision, because I come in on such a back door, that I don't know what a Robert Frost or a [John] Keats or a T.S. Eliot would really think of my stuff.” quote by Bob Dylan](https://sms4smile.com/q/img-quotes/ca0/bob-dylan-168_back-doors_i-don-t-know-if-i-call-myself-a-poet-or_400356.jpg)
