Bob Dylan

Although the masters make the rules for the wise men and the fools, I've got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

What looks large from a distance, close up ain’t never that big.

Because Dickens and Dostoyevsky and Woody Guthrie were telling their stories much better than I ever could, I decided to stick to my own mind.

Sometimes the silence can be like thunder.

I've been up the mountain and I had a choice. Should I come down? So I came down. God said, Okay, you've been up on the mountain, now you go down. You're on your own, free. Check in later, but now you're on your own.

You don't write a song to sit there on a page. You write it to sing it.

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.

... we're living in a Machiavellian world, whether we like it or we don't.

Art can lead you to God. I think that's the purpose of everything. If it's not doing that, what's it doing? It's leading you the other way. It's certainly not leading you nowhere.

Done laid around, done stayed around_x000D_ _x000D_ This old town too long_x000D_ _x000D_ And it seems like I've got to travel on

How many times must a man look up, before he can see the sky?

You're gonna have to serve somebody.

Every day your memory grows dimmer - it doesn't haunt me like it did before.

Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than those who are most content.

Every brain is civilized, Every nerve is analyzed, Everything is criticized when you are in need.

Despite everybody who has been born and has died, the world has just gone on. I mean, look at Napoleon -but we went right on. Look at Harpo Marx -the world went around, it didn't stop for a second. It's sad but true. John Kennedy, right?

We have never arrived. We are in a constant state of becoming.

Sailin' 'round the world in a dirty gondola_x000D_ _x000D_ Oh, to be back in the land of Coca-Cola!

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.

...how many times must the cannon balls fly _x000D_ _x000D_ Before they're forever banned?

How many years can some people exist before they're allowed to be free.