Well, it's always been my nature to take chances My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
“I think the truly natural things are dreams, which nature can't touch with decay.” — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
“How long can I listen to the lies of prejudice? How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness?… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
“Environment affects me a great deal. A lot of the songs were written after the sun went down. And I like storms,… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Businessmen they drink my wine, Plowmen dig my earth, But none of them along the line, Know what any of it is… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I like spiritual songs. They struck me as truthful and serious. They brought me down to earth and they lifted me up… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Happiness is not on my list of priorities. I just deal with day-to-day things. If I'm happy, I'm happy – and if… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
There's enough songs for people to listen to, if they want to listen to songs. For every man, woman and child on… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Aretha with no goals, eternally single & one step soft of heaven/ let it be understood that she owns this melody along… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud, I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I am against nature. I don't dig nature at all. I think nature is very unnatural. I think the truly natural things… — 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
