Bob Dylan Quotes

And you say, Oh my God, am I here all alone?

Don't the moon look good, mama, shinin' through the trees?
Don't the brakeman look good, mama, flaggin' down the double E?
Don't the sun look good goin' down over the sea?

Well I ride on a mail train baby, can't buy a thrill.

And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul
To the old folks home and the college

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

Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride, you will not die, it's not poison

The sun's not yellow, it's chicken.

The sweet pretty things are in bed now, of course.

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

You never turned around to see the frowns, on the jugglers and the clowns when they all did, tricks for you.

You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal

How does it feel? To be on your own, with no direction home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone?

I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes. You'd know what a drag it is to see you.

Do you take me for such a fool to think I'd make contact with one that tries to hide what he don't know to begin with.

You got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend. When I was down, you just stood there grinning.