Music can save people, but it can't in the commercial way it's being used. It's just too much. It's pollution. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Inside the museum infinity goes up on trial. Voices echo, 'This is what salvation must be like after a while.' But Mona… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Whenever anybody does something in a big way, it's always rejected at home and accepted someplace else. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I come from way north. We'd listen to radio shows all the time. I think I was the last generation, or pretty… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I dug it, New York City, all-the streets and the snows and the starving and the five-flight walkups and sleeping in rooms… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues; you can tell by the way she smiles. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
When I was growing up - say in the fifties - the thirties to me didn't even exist. I couldn't even imagine… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
You have to know that you're the best whether anybody else tells you that or not. And that you'll be around, in… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Gates appeal to me because of the negative space they allow. They can be closed but at the same time they allow… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
We're constantly being bombarded by insulting and humiliating music, which people are making for you the way they make those Wonder Bread… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I had ambitions to set out and find, like an odyssey or going home somewhere, set out to find this home that… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Every singer has three or four or five techniques, and you can force them together in different combinations. Some of the techniques… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I was headed for the fantastic lights. No doubt about it. Could it be that I was being deceived? Not likely. I… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
You must be vulnerable to be sensitive to reality. And to be vulnerable is just another way of saying that one has… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade, into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
Well, my daddy, he didn't leave me much, you know he was a very simple man, but what he did tell me… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
My favorite politician was Arizona Senator Barry Goldwater, who reminded me of Tom Mix, and there wasn't any way to explain that… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
I was lookin' high an' low for them Reds everywhere, I was lookin' in the sink an' underneath the chair. I looked… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
It's sundown on the union And what's made in the USA Sure was a good idea 'Til greed got in the way. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
That's another way of writing a song, of course. Just talking to somebody that ain't there. That's the best way. That's the… — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
You know what they say about bein' nice to the right people on the way up Sooner or later you gonna meet… — 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
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
Life is more or less a lie, but then again, that's exactly the way we want it to be. — 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
