Bob Dylan Quotes

There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate, so let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.

All the people we used to know, they're an illusion to me now...

An’ here I sit so patiently
Waiting to find out what price
You have to pay to get out of
Going through all these things twice
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again

-Bob Dylan, “Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again” (1966)

The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
At Delilah's who sitting worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter

In a soldier’s stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I’d become my enemy
In the instant that I preach

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside ragin'.
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.

Truth is an arrow, and the gate is narrow that it passes through.

Very, very protesty. And, uh, one of the protestiest of all things I ever protested against in my protest years.

I always have respected her for doin' what she did and gettin' free

In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gravel To show that all‘s equal and that the courts are on the level And the strings in the books ain‘t pulled and persuaded And that even the nobles get properly handled Once that the cops have chased after and caught ´em And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom Stared at the person who killed for no reason Who just happened to be feelin‘ that way without warnin‘ And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears Bury the rag deep in your face For now‘s the time for your tears.

Mr. Freud with his dreams, Mr. Marx with his ax.

There's always one more notch and four more aces Billy, and you're playin' all alone.

I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken.

A saxophone someplace far off played / As she was walkin' on by the arcade / As the light burst through a beat-up shade where he was wakin' up / She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate / And forgot about a simple twist of fate

"God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"
Abe say, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"
God say, "No, " Abe say, "What?"
God say, "You can do what you want Abe, but
Next time you see me comin', you better run