You breathed on me and made my life a richer one to live, when I was deep in poverty you taught me… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail, poisoned in the bushes, blown out on the trail; hunted like a… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Who am I helping, what am I breaking, what am I giving, what am I taking? — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
It is the first line that gives the inspiration and then it's like riding a bull. Either you just stick with it,… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
There's a whole lot of people in trouble tonight From the disease of conceit Whole lot of people seeing double tonight From… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Bullets can harm you and death can disarm you, but no, you will not be deceived. Stripped of all virtue as you… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I make my stand and remain as I am, and bid farewell and not give a damn. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I never did use earphones until into the Eighties or Nineties. I don't like to use earphones. I've never heard anybody sing… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
As long as you give my friend Jonah Lehrer a free pizza, I'll write a song about your restaurant. — 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
