Everybody's wearing a disguise, to hide what they've got left behind their eyes. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I paint mostly from real life. It has to start with that. Real people, real street scenes, behind the curtain scenes, live… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Sometimes you get out from behind the wheel and let someone else step on the gas. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Night can swallow you up, yet none of it touches you. Around any corner, there's a promise of something daring and ideal… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Down the street the dogs are barking And the day is getting dark. As the night comes in a-falling, The dogs´ll lose… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Rod's a great singer. He's got a great voice, but there's no point to put a 30-piece orchestra behind him. I'm not… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I've never been able to understand the seriousness of it all, the seriousness of pride. People talk, act, live as if they're… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
You have to work out where your place is. And who you are. But we're all spirit. That's all we are, we're… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Opportunities may come along for you to convert something -something that exists into something that didn't yet. That might be the beginning… — 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 Image
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 Image
Little red wagon, little red bike, I ain’t no monkey but I know what I like. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
