Bob Dylan Quotes

All I really want to do is, baby, be friends with you.

Now there's spiritual warfare, flesh and blood breaking down. You either got faith or you got unbelief, and there ain't no neutral ground.

All that foreign oil controlling American soil. Look around you, it's just bound to make you embarrassed: sheiks walking around like kings, wearing fancy jewels and nose rings, deciding America's future from Amsterdam and to Paris.

In the valley of the giants where the stars and stripes explode, the peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey flowed.

He looked like he came out of nightmare alley.

Gentlemen, he said I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning either get ready for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards Peace will come with tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire
But will offer no reward when her false idols fall
And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords

I'm sittin' on my watch so I can be on time.

..And songs, to me, were more important than just light entertainment. They were my preceptor and guide into some altered consciousness of reality, some different republic, some liberated republic.

Even the President of the United States
Sometimes must have to stand naked

I wanted to read all these books, but I would have to have been in a rest home or something to do that.

I'm a poet, and I know it.

My old man he's like some feudal lord, got more lives than a cat.

All is gone, all is gone, admit it, take flight. I gagged twice, doubled, tears blinding my sight. My mind it was mangled, I ran into the night Leaving all of love's ashes behind me. <p> The wind knocks my window, the room it is wet. The words to say I'm sorry, I haven't found yet. I think of her often and hope whoever she's met Will be fully aware of how precious she is. <p> Ah, my friends from the prison, they ask unto me, "How good, how good does it feel to be free?" And I answer them most mysteriously, "Are birds free from the chains of the skyway?"

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people, they're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made

A lot of people don't have much food on their table
But they got a lot of forks and knives
And they gotta cut something