Having hits buries a singer in the past. A lot of singers hide in the past because it's safer back there. If… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
... When it came time to hire a guitar player ... I didn't even have to think about it ... Mike Bloomfield… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Heard ten thousand whispering and nobody listening. Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughing. Heard the song of a poet… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Early on, before rock 'n' roll, I listened to big band music - anything that came over the radio - and music… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Everybody knows by now that there's a gazillion books on me either out or coming out in the near future. So I'm… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
..When I first heard Elvis' voice, I knew that I wasn't going to work for anybody ... hearing him for the first… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
How many times have you heard someone say If I had his money I'd do things my way Hmm, but little they… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
In my childhood everything you heard, you could imagine what it looked like. Even singers that I would hear on the radio,… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men and it all sounded no different to me. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
It's not me, it's the songs. I'm just the postman, I deliver the songs. When I first heard Elvis' voice, I knew… — 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
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
