Some are masters of illusions, some are ministers of trade, all under the same delusion, all their beds unmade. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
All these people that I used to know, they're an illusion to me now. Some are mathematicians, some are carpenters' wives. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
So now I'm going back again I got to get her somehow All the people we used to know They're an illusion… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Art is the perpetual motion of illusion. The highest purpose of art is to inspire. What else can you do? What else… — 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
