Bob Dylan
American folk and rock singer-songwriter, born in Duluth, Minnesota.
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land, where justice is a game.
All the people we used to know, they're an illusion to me now...
A change in the weather is known to be extreme; but what's the sense in changing horses in mid-stream?
Feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet... Putting her in a wheel barrow and wheeling her down the street.
There's no success like failure, and failure's no success at all.
That ear - I mean, Jesus, he's got to will that to the Smithsonian.
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s naming.’
For the loser now will be later to win
Oh Mama, can this really be the end? To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again?
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats, blowing through the letters that we wrote.
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,
We're idiots, babe. It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Because Dickens and Dostoevsky and Woody Guthrie were telling their stories much better than I ever could, I decided to stick to my own mind.
The minute you try to grab hold of Dylan, he's no longer where he was. He's like a flame: If you try to hold him in your hand you'll surely get burned. Dylan's life of change and constant disappearances and constant transformations makes you yearn to hold him, and to nail him down. And that's why his fan base is so obsessive, so desirous of finding the truth and the absolutes and the answers to him — things that Dylan will never provide and will only frustrate. ... Dylan is difficult and mysterious and evasive and frustrating, and it only makes you identify with him all the more as he skirts identity.
I was walking through the leaves Falling from the trees.
Feelin' like a stranger nobody sees.
And every one of them words rang true and glowed like burnin' coal. Pourin' off of every page, like it was written in my soul from me to you...
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm...
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’.
The words fill my head, and fall to the floor, that if God's on our side, he'll stop the next war.
Your mind is your temple, keep it beautiful and free. Don't let an egg get laid in it by something you can't see.
I can't help it if I'm lucky.
I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes. You'd know what a drag it is to see you.