Bob Dylan

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

Basically you have to suppress your own ambitions in order to be who you need to be.

I never saw myself as a folk singer.

The songs are my lexicon. I believe the songs.

I stopped smoking. When I stopped smoking, my voice changed... so drastically, I couldn't believe it myself.

A lot of people don't like the road, but it's as natural to me as breathing.

The radio makes hideous sounds.

I say there're no depressed words just depressed minds.

I can be jubilant one moment and pensive the next, and a cloud could go by and make that happen.

I'm more of an adventurous type than a relationship type.

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail, poisoned in the bushes,_x000D_ _x000D_ blown out on the trail; hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn, _x000D_ _x000D_ "Come in," she said, "I'll give ya shelter from the storm."

Peace will come With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall.

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

People call you this or that. But I can't respond because then it seems like I'm defensive, you know, what does it matter, really?

Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take to find dignity.

I just wanted a song to sing, and there came a point where I couldn't sing anything...nobo dy else was writing what I wanted to sing. I couldn't find it anywhere. If I could I probably would never have started writing.

Here's the thing with me and the religious thing. This is the flat-out truth: I find the religiosity and philosophy in the music. I don't find it anywhere else.

Gotta head full of ideas that are driving me insane.

They can't hurt me. Sure, they can crush you and kill you. They can lay you out on 42nd and Broadway and put hoses on you and flush you in the sewers and put you on the subway and carry you out to Coney island and bury you on the Ferris wheel. But I refuse to sit here and worry about dying.

I just don't hear anyone else making the music I'm making in my head, so I'll have to do it myself.

I march in the parade of liberty But as long as I love you I’m not free How long must I suffer such abuse Won’t you let me see you smile one time before I turn you loose?