Bob Dylan Quotes

Windows were shakin’ all night in my dreams/ Everything was exactly the way that it seems/ Woke up this morning and I looked at the same old page/ Same ol’ rat race/ Life in the same ol’ cage.

I got into the driver's seat and drove down 42nd Street in my Cadillac.
Good car to drive after a war.

I ain't saying you treated me unkind You could have done better but I don't mind You just kinda wasted my precious time But don't think twice, it's all right.

There's seven people dead
On a South Dakota farm
Somewhere in the distance
There's seven new people born

The Harmonica is the world’s best-selling musical instrument. You’re welcome.

Turns out, the best way to shut people up isn’t to take away their forum — it’s to give them all their own separate pulpits. Ultimately most folks will listen to what they already know and read what they already agree with. They will devour pale retreads of the familiar and perhaps never get to discover they might have a taste for Shakespeare or flamenco dancing. It’s the equivalent of letting an eight-year-old pick their own diet. Inevitably they’ll choose chocolate for every meal and end up undernourished with rotted teeth and weighing five hundred pounds.

Setelah beberapa saat, kita baru tahu bahwa privasi adalah hal yang bisa kita jual, tetapi kita tidak bisa membelinya kembali.

I'm gonna baptize you in fire so you can sin no more.

The Osborne Brothers are a high-powered bluegrass group. Maybe the most high.

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

Of war and peace the truth just twist, its curfew gull it glides.

I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken.

Well, it might not be the thing to do, but I’m sticking with you through and through.

You need something to open up a new door, to show you something you seen before but overlooked a hundred times or more

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail,
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder,
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind,
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind,
An' the poet and the painter far behind his rightful time
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.