Along with some of the worst music of Bob Dylan's career ("Self-Portrait," 1970), this period produced some gems - including many songs… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Somebody had to be Bob Dylan. I guess I was best equipped to do the job. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Jesus tapped me on the shoulder and said, Bob, why are you resisting me? I said, I'm not resisting you! He said,… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Bob Dylan wasn't a big star early on; it was the release of his Greatest Hits album in 1967, and the mainstream… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Bob Dylan wrote in his elliptical memoir, Chronicles: Volume One, he was washed up in the 1980s, no longer a commercial success,… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
There were only a few seats left in coach and Bob found himself seated next to a young female fan. 'I can't… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
"Like a Rolling Stone" [of Bob Dylan] is a kiss-off song like none before or since. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
One night around that time, at Hammersmith, Bob Dylan was about to go into [his 1963 classic] 'Don't Think Twice, It's Alright.He… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
[Bob Dylan] was rarely tender and seldom reached out to anticipate another's needs. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
In 1975,Bob Dylan was almost 10 years past his prime - and then he released the best album of his career, Blood… — 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