Bob Dylan Quotes

Lay down the song you strum, And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum.

Little red wagon, little red bike, I ain’t no monkey but I know what I like.

I was lookin' high an' low for them Reds everywhere, I was lookin' in the sink an' underneath the chair. I looked way up my chimney hole, I even looked deep inside my toilet bowl.

How can the life of such a man be in the palm of some fools hand?

You been down to the bottom with a bad man, babe But you're back were you belong

I set my monkey on the log, and ordered him to do the Dog. He wagged his tail and shook his head, and he went and did the Cat instead.

Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposition, but the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency.

I got this grave yard woman.

The National Bank at profit sells road maps for the soul.

The drunken politician leaps upon the street where mothers weep, and the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you.

I'm the oldest son of a crazy man, I'm in a cowboy band.

Socialism, hypnotism, patriotism, materialism, fools making laws for the breaking of jaws.

America was founded on the backs of slaves.

If you wanted to, it would be easy to find some crappy lyrics [of Bob Dylan] from the Eighties to undermine the Nobel Prize.

I see the turning of the page, curtain rising on a new age, see the groom still waiting at the altar.

"Tangled Up in Blue," shifts perspective several times during the song to tell a "tangled" version of [Bob] Dylan's marriage and dissolution.

It was [meeting with Nicolas Sarkozy] like looking at my mirror image.

You know, sometimes a person's reputation can be far more colossal than the influence of the person. I don't pay any attention to it anymore.

Whatever people see - TV in my mind forms people's opinions.

It was better to be in chains with friends than in a garden with strangers. [An ancient Persian proverb.] So true, huh?

Ironically, this was Bob Dylan's period [1967-74] of greatest fame.

Just in time for Bob Dylan to recoil from the attention, leave the city for Woodstock, and turn his back on fame.

[Bob] Dylan's broken-heart songs are so much better. Like "Simple Twist of Fate".

I don't think there's enough guns.

Bob Dylan wrote in his elliptical memoir, Chronicles: Volume One, he was washed up in the 1980s, no longer a commercial success, and no longer putting out good work.

In the meantime [1965-67], [Bob] Dylan was again writing some of the best love songs in the genre, like "Visions of Johanna," "Just Like a Woman," and "Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands."

Sometimes you get out from behind the wheel and let someone else step on the gas.

I think of rock 'n' roll as a combination of country blues and swing band music, not Chicago blues, and modern pop.

The future for me is already a thing of the past -You were my first love and you will be my last

You can never be wise and be in love at the same time.

It frightens me, the awful truth, of how sweet life can be...

All I can be is me- whoever that is.

People tell me it's a sinTo know and feel too much within

A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and gets to bed at night, and in between he does what he wants to do.

Act the way you'd like to be and soon you'll be the way you'd like to act.

Ah, but I was so much older thenI’m younger than that now

I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours

I think the truly natural things are dreams, which nature can't touch with decay.

Thinking of a series of dreamsWhere the time and the tempo flyAnd there's no exit in any direction'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes

There must be some kind of way out of here, ' said the joker to the thief...

When Johnson started singing, he seemed like a guy who could have sprung from the head of Zeus in full armor.

reality has too many heads

Inside the museums, | Infinity goes up on trial | Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while

What was the future? The future was a solid wall, not promising, not threatening - all bunk. No guarantees of anything, not even the guarantee that life isn't one big joke.

Yet there’s no one to beat you | No one t’ defeat you | ’Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad

And if you don’t underestimate me, I won’t underestimate you.

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

Be grateful for the things you don't have that you don't want." -Bob Dylan's Dad

A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do.

People talk about egos as if it were objects.