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
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
Jesus, that ear. He should donate it to The Smithsonian. Brian Wilson, he made all his records with four tracks, but you… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
There's only one day at a time here, then it's tonight and then tomorrow will be today again. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
...we are singing today of the WIPE-OUT GANG - the WIPE-OUT GANG buys, owns & operates the Insanity Factory - if you… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
People today are still living off the table scraps of the sixties. They are still being passed around - the music and… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
There doesn't seem to be any tomorrow. Every time I wake up, no matter in what position, it's always been today. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Frank [Sinatra] sang to you, not at you, like so many pop singers today. Even singers of standards. I never wanted to… — 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
People talk about Frank Sinatra all the time - and they should talk about Frank - but he had the greatest arrangers.… — 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