I dug it, New York City, all-the streets and the snows and the starving and the five-flight walkups and sleeping in rooms… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Every singer has three or four or five techniques, and you can force them together in different combinations. Some of the techniques… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
You five and ten cent women with nothing in your heads, I got a real gal I'm loving and Lord I'll love… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Up north, you could find these radio stations with no name on the dials that played pre-rock 'n' roll things - country… — 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
