Top 880 Quotes & Sayings by Bob Dylan - Page 8

Loneliness, tenderness, high society, notoriety, you fight for the throne and you travel alone.

Down the street the dogs are barking And the day is getting dark. As the night comes in a-falling, The dogs´ll lose their bark And the silent night will shatter From the sounds inside my mind, For I´m one to many mornings And a thousand miles behind. From the crossroads of my doorstep, My eyes they start to fade, As I turn my head back to the room Where my love and I have laid.

Money doesn't exist because I don't recognize it.

Opportunities may come along for you to convert something -something that exists into something that didn't yet. That might be the beginning of it. Sometimes you just want to do things your way, want to see for yourself what lies behind the misty curtain. It's not like you see songs approaching and invite them in. It's not that easy. You want to write songs that are bigger than life. You want to say something about strange things that have happened to you, strange things you have seen. You have to know and understand something and then go past the vernacular.

She can play my guitar note for note, she likes to stick her tongue down my throat.

You have to look at every one of your songs and be able to identify with them in a meaningful way. You can hardly sing your songs unless you're in them. If you want to fake it, go ahead. Fake it if you want. But I'm not that kind of singer.

She speaks with a stutter and she and she walks with a hop. I don't know why I love her, but I just can't stop.

You're gonna have to serve somebody; well, it may be the devil, or it may be the Lord, but you're gonna have to serve somebody.

Gotta head full of ideas that are driving me insane.

You just have to keep going to find that thing that lets you in the door. Sometimes in life when that day comes and you're given the key, you throw it away.

Fearing not that I'd become my enemy In the instant that I preach

You five and ten cent women with nothing in your heads, I got a real gal I'm loving and Lord I'll love her 'til I'm dead.

You call yourself what you want to call yourself. This is the land of the free.

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands

You will find God in the church of your choice.

The tree of life is growing where the spirit never dies, and the bright light of salvation shines in dark and empty skies.

Truth is like a waterslide-only fun when it's slippery and wet.

I have always believed that fame is a curse. I never envied one of the famous people I've known.

Pain sure does bring out the best in people, doesn't it?

Charity is suppose to cover up for a multitude of sins.

[In 1951] we were also told that the Russians could be parachuting from planes over our town at any time. These were the same Russians that my uncles had fought alongside only a few years earlier. Now they had become monsters who were coming to slit our throats and incinerate us. It seemed peculiar. Living under a cloud of fear like this robs a child of his spirit. It's one thing to be afraid when someone's holding a shotgun on you, but it's another thing to be afraid of something that's just not quite real.

So now I'm going back again I got to get her somehow All the people we used to know They're an illusion to me now Some are mathematicians Some are carpenter's wives Don't know how it all got started I don't what they're doing with their lives But me I'm still on the road Heading for another joint We always did feel the same We just saw it from a different point of view Tangled up in Blue.

Bent out of shape from society's pliers, cares not to come up any higher, but rather get you down in the hole that he's in.

Having hits buries a singer in the past. A lot of singers hide in the past because it's safer back there. If you've ever heard today's country music, you'll know what I'm talking about.

And it dawned on me that I might have to change my inner thought patterns... that I would have to start believing in possibilities that I wouldn't have allowed before, that I had been closing my creativity down to a very narrow, controllable scale... that things had become too familiar and I might have to disorientate myself. p.71

Too much information about nothing.

Gonna change my way of thinking, make my self a different set of rules. Gonna put my good foot forward and stop being influenced by fools.

It's mighty funny. The end of time has just begun.

Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp

They say every man needs protection They say every man must fall So, I swear I see my reflection Somewhere inside these walls... I shall be released.

I do know what my songs are about.

I'll be selling tickets for my next tour exclusively through Jonah Lehrer. Make sure to pay cash.

And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinking.

Good intentions can be evil, both hands are full of grease. You know, sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.

How does it feel, how does it feel to be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.

I used to think it's better if you just live and die and no one knows who you are.

My songs were influenced not so much by poetry on the page but by poetry being recited by the poets who recited poems with jazz bands.

We don't see the people that vice destroys. We just see the glamour of it - everywhere we look, from billboard signs to movies, to newspapers, to magazines. We see the destruction of human life.

I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame And every time I pass that way I always hear my name

I'm not a playwright. The people in my songs are all me.

A noble truth is a sacred creed.

As long as you give my friend Jonah Lehrer a free pizza, I'll write a song about your restaurant.

Just a reminder, if you tell anyone about what happened with Jonah last night, I'll destroy all of my writing and never play music again.

...don't criticize what you can't understand, your sons and your daughters are beyond your command.

If you're not busy being born, you're busy dying.

You I am sure will forgive me for sincerely remarking that you might curb your magnanimity and be more of an artist, and 'load every rift' of your subject with ore.

"Like a Rolling Stone" [of Bob Dylan] is a kiss-off song like none before or since.

Shedding off one more layer of skin, Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.

Ah, current music. What would that be? Ah, really, a lot of it sounds defective to me. It makes me restless.

Everybody's the first somebody, y'know.

I thought that he was righteous, but he's vain. Oh, somethings a telling me I wear the ball and chain.

I like the fans, but I don't feel an obligation that I have to be an example to them, like say maybe a baseball player would, or a football player or maybe some other type of musicians. I don't feel I have to really set an example that somebody else has to live up to.

Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.

Whenever anybody does something in a big way, it's always rejected at home and accepted someplace else.

We all like motorcycles to some degree.

I was never a topical songwriter.

Twenty years of schooling and they put you on the day shift - look out out kid, they keep it all hid

An artist is always in the state of becoming.

When I was growing up - say in the fifties - the thirties to me didn't even exist. I couldn't even imagine them in any kind of way, so I don't expect anyone growing up now is gonna even understand what the sixties were all about, anymore than I could the thirties or twenties.

Suddenly I found you and the spirit in me sings, Don't have to look no further, You're the soul of many things.