"Some formulas are too complex and I don't want anything to do with them."
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Bob Dylan quotes (page 17 of 44)
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"That's another way of writing a song, of course. Just talking to somebody that ain't there. That's the best way. That's the truest way. Then it just becomes a question of how heroic your speech is. To me, it's something to strive after."
"Somebody had to be Bob Dylan. I guess I was best equipped to do the job."
"Loneliness, tenderness, high society, notoriety, you fight for the throne and you travel alone."
"Your old road is rapidly aging. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand, For the times they are a-changin'."
"She had bullets in her eyes and they fired."
"How many roads must a man walk down Before your can call him a man? . . . The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind."
"On the cliffs of your wild cat charms I'm riding."
"But I would not feel so all alone, everybody must get stoned."
"A poem is a naked person... Some people say that I am a poet."
"I met a young man who was wounded in love, I met another man who was wounded in hatred."
"If you told the truth, that was all well and good and if you told the un-truth, well, that's still well and good. Folk songs had taught me that."
"My love ,she speaks like silence, without ideals or violence. She doesn't have to say she's faithful, yet she's true."
"Gotta head full of ideas that are driving me insane."
"And there's no one there to dry your tears. I could hold you for a million years. To make you feel my love."
"Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands"
"Feeling funny in my mind, Lord I believe I'm fixing to die Well, I don't mind dying But I hate to leave my children crying Well, I look over yonder to that burying ground Look over yonder to that burying ground Sure seems lonesome, Lord, when the sun goes down"
"You don't have to be afraid of looking into my face. We've done nothing to each other that time will not erase."
"I was lingering out on the pavement. There was a missing person inside of myself and I needed to find him . . . I felt done for, an empty burned-out wreck . . . Wherever I am, I'm a '60s troubadour, a folk-rock relic, a wordsmith from bygone days, a fictitious head of state from a place nobody knows."
"My guard stood hard when abstract threats, too noble to neglect, deceived me into thinking, I had something to protect."