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… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
City's just a jungle; more games to play Trapped in the heart of it, tryin' to get away I was raised in… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
She can play my guitar note for note, she likes to stick her tongue down my throat. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
If you ever tell anyone about Jonah's sexual dysfunction, I'll never play music again. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Folk songs are evasive-the truth about life, and life is more or less a lie, but then again that's exactly the way… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Shakespeare's last play was called The Tempest. It wasn't called just plain Tempest. The name of my record is just plain Tempest.… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I used to play hockey when I was growing up. Everyone sort of learns how to skate and play hockey at an… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Once I can focus in on something, I just play it in my mind until an idea comes from out of nowhere,… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet? — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
You travel the world, you go see different things. I like to see Shakespeare plays, so I'll go - I mean, even… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
One night around that time, at Hammersmith, Bob Dylan was about to go into [his 1963 classic] 'Don't Think Twice, It's Alright.He… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
People are going to say, ‘Well, it’s not very truthful.’ But a songwriter doesn’t care about what’s truthful. What he cares about… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I play these [folk acoustic] concerts and I ask myself, 'Would you come see me tonight?' - and I'd have to answer… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
People think that singing and playing is easy. It's not. It's easy to strum along, but if you actually want to really… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Anger and jealousy's all that he sells us, he's content when you're under his thumb. Madmen oppose him, but your kindness throws… — 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