Bob Dylan Quotes

Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm...

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.

I didn’t feel the need to examine every stranger that approached.

You go to Sodom and Gomorrah, but what do you care? Ain't nobody there would want to marry your sister.

Little red wagon, little red bike, I ain’t no monkey but I know what I like.

She was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. She was fair skinned and golden haired, full-blood Italian. The air was suddenly filled with banana leaves. We started talking and my head started to spin. Cupid’s arrow had whistled past my ears before, but this time it hit me in the heart and the weight of it dragged me overboard.

Gotta head full of ideas that are driving me insane...

The chilling precision that these old-timers used in coming up with their songs was no small thing.

The only thing we knew for sure about Henry Porter was that his name wasn't Henry Porter.

People are crazy
and times are strange,
I'm locked in tight
I'm out of range,
I use to care
but things have changed.

Well my ship’s been split to splinters and it’s sinkin' fast
I’m drownin’ in the poison, got no future, got no past
But my heart is not weary, it’s light and it’s free
I’ve got nothin’ but affection for all those who’ve sailed with me

Everybody movin’ if they ain’t already there
Everybody got to move somewhere
Stick with me baby, stick with me anyhow
Things should start to get interestin' right about now

My clothes are wet, tight on my skin
Not as tight as the corner that I painted myself in
I know that fortune is waitin’ to be kind
So give me your hand and say you’ll be mine

Well, the emptiness is endless, cold as the clay
You can always come back, but you can’t come back all the way
Only one thing I did wrong
Stayed in Mississippi a day too long

-Bob Dylan, “Mississippi

If there's anyone who knows, is there anyone who cares?

The world of research has gone berserk. Too much paperwork.

An artist has gotta be careful never really to arrive at a place where he thinks he's at somewhere. You always have to realize that you're constantly in a state of becoming.

Funny, how the things you have the hardest time parting with are the things you need the least.