Little red wagon, little red bike, I ain’t no monkey but I know what I like. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Being singer is different than being an actor, where you call up sources from your own experience that you can apply to… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
When you think that you lost everything you find out you can always lose a little more. — 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
Fame it's like... When you look through a window, say you pass a little pub, or an inn. You look through the… — 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
I want to use songs that everybody knows or thinks they know. I want to show them a different side of it… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
It's like going out to the desert and screaming and then having little kids throw their sandbox at you. I'm only 24. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Steal a little and they throw you in jail Steal a lot and they make you king. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
They say that patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings steal a little and they throw you in jail.… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Steal a little, and they put you in jail. Steal a lot, and they make you king. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
My songs are personal music, they're not communal. I wouldn't want people singing along with me. It would sound funny. I'm not… — 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
