Bob Dylan Quotations | Page 8

It rubs me the wrong way, a camera... It's a frightening thing...Cameras make ghosts out of people.

When the jelly faced women all sneeze, hear the one with the mustache say I can't find my knees.

I gotta friend who spends his life, stabbing my picture with a bowie knife. Dreams of strangling me with a scarf, when my name comes up he pretends to barf.

Like the lion tears the flesh off a man, so can a woman who passes herself off as a male.

It ain't my cup of meat.

I think I have a dualistic nature.

I am a restless soul hungry perhaps wretched.

I'm inconsistent, even to myself.

I believe in you, even though I be outnumbered.

I ain't looking to compete with you, beat, or cheat, or mistreat you, simplify you, classify you, deny, defy, or crucify you. All I really want to do is, baby, be friends with you.

There used to be a time when the idea of heroes was important. People grew up sharing those myths and legends and ideals. Now they grow up sharing McDonalds and Disneyland.

All the friends I ever had are gone.

God knows there's a heaven.

Maybe in the 90s or possibly in the next century people will look upon the 80s as the age of masturbation, when it was taken to the limit; that might be all that's going on right now in a big way.

If you choose to live outside the law, you must obey the law more stringently than anyone.

Who Killed Davey Moore? Why and what's the reason for?

Shakespeare's last play was called The Tempest. It wasn't called just plain Tempest. The name of my record is just plain Tempest. It's two different titles,

How many a year has passed and gone and many gamble has been lost and won, and many a road taken by a friend and each one I've never seen again.

There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun, and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy and God I know I'm one.

I am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan, like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.

Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher, wiggle 'til you vomit fire.

I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans.

It may look like I'm moving but I'm standing still.

Is your money that good, will it buy you forgiveness?

In another lifetime she must have owned the world, or been faithfully wed to some righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit streams.

She had bullets in her eyes and they fired.

You might be a rock and roll addict prancing on the stage. You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage.

The answer is blowin' in the wind.

The naked truth is still taboo.

Stay free of petty jealousies, live by no man's code, and hold your judgment for yourself, lest you wind up on this road.

It's not a house, it's a home.

I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade, into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way.

Remember when you're out there trying to heal the sick, that you must always first forgive them.

Proud to steal her anything she sees, but you will wind up peeking through her key hole down upon your knees.

I'm in love with my second cousin.

Patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings.

I got this grave yard woman.

Gold will never free your father, the price, my dear, is you instead.

In harmony with cosmic sea, true love needs no company. It can cure the soul, it can make it whole, if dogs run free.

You can have your youth It'll rot before your eyes

Experience teaches us that silence terrifies people the most.

People don't live or die, people just float.

Folk songs are evasive-the truth about life, and life is more or less a lie, but then again that's exactly the way we want it to be. We wouldn't be comfortable with it any other way. A folk song has over a thousand faces and you must meet them all if you want to play this stuff. A folk song might vary in meaning and it might not appear the same from one moment to the next. It depends on who's playing and who's listening.

The highlight of my career? That's easy, Elvis recording one of my songs.

All these people that I used to know, they're an illusion to me now. Some are mathematicians, some are carpenters' wives.

Even I don't know what I'm saying most of the time.

Truth is like a waterslide-only fun when it's slippery and wet.

You want to know about creativity? Just go out and buy that book Imagine by Jonah Lehrer. It's only $29.00 in hardcover.

I'll be selling tickets for my next tour exclusively through Jonah Lehrer. Make sure to pay cash.

As long as you give my friend Jonah Lehrer a free pizza, I'll write a song about your restaurant.

You don't count the dead, when god's on your side.

Well I'm living in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line. Beauty walks a razor's edge...someday I'll make it mine.

keep a clean nose, watch the plain-clothes.

A record ... is a statement, it's its own statement, its own entity, rather than being about something else. If I was a painter ... I don't paint the chair, I would paint feelings about the chair.

Well, it's always been my nature to take chances My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances

You know what they say about bein' nice to the right people on the way up Sooner or later you gonna meet them comin' down

They kill people here who stand up for their rights The system's just too damned corrupt It's always the same, the name of the game Is who do you know higher up

I don't call myself a poet, because I don't like the word.

Someone handed me Mexico City Blues in St. Paul [Minnesota] in 1959 and it blew my mind. It was the first poetry that spoke my own language.

Don't follow leaders, watch your parkin' meters.

I put one on the turntable and when the needle dropped, I was stunned - didn't know whether I was stoned or straight.

I made a bargain with him, the chief in a world we can't see. (devil)

How many roads must a developer walk down, before they accept the amenities package?

If I could have any job in the world, I'd start out by writing a blog on Wired.com.

Every writer at the New Yorker is smarter than me.

I'm a good friend of Jonah Lehrer's. You should go on a date with him.

Gates appeal to me because of the negative space they allow. They can be closed but at the same time they allow the seasons and breezes to enter and flow. They can shut you out or shut you in. And in some ways there is no difference.

Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am...

When you got nothing, you got nothin' to lose You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

Fearing not that I'd become my enemy In the instant that I preach

You should always take the best from the past, leave the worst back there and go forward into the future.

You must be vulnerable to be sensitive to reality. And to be vulnerable is just another way of saying that one has nothing more to lose. I don't have anything but darkness to lose.

Well, you always know who you are. I just don't know who I'm gonna become.

It's not me, it's the songs. I'm just the postman, I deliver the songs. When I first heard Elvis' voice, I knew that I wasn't going to work for anybody ... hearing him for the first time was like busting out of jail. This land is your land and this land is my land, sure, but the world is run by those that never listen to music anyway. People today are still living off the table scraps of the sixties. They are still being passed around - the music and the ideas.

Never make it perfect.

I'm not going to read any of these magazines. I mean, because they've just got too much to lose by printing the truth. You know that....

The real power is in the hands of small groups of people and I don't think they have titles.

And for each unharmful gentle soul misplaced inside a jail...

I don't really have a retirement plan.

If you ever tell anyone about Jonah's sexual dysfunction, I'll never play music again.

If you want to know how to please a woman, just talk to a neuroscience major from Columbia.

Any real Bob Dylan fan would sleep with Jonah Lehrer.

Just a reminder, if you tell anyone about what happened with Jonah last night, I'll destroy all of my writing and never play music again.

My love is like some raven at my window with a broken wing.

Everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far That not much is really sacred.

Inside the museum infinity goes up on trial. Voices echo, 'This is what salvation must be like after a while.' But Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues; you can tell by the way she smiles.

I had ambitions to set out and find, like an odyssey or going home somewhere... set out to find... this home that I'd left a while back and couldn't remember exactly where it was, but I was on my way there. And encountering what I encountered on the way was how I envisioned it all. I didn't really have any ambition at all. I was born very far from where I'm supposed to be, and so, I'm on my way home, you know?

I wouldn't even think of playing music if I was born in these times. I wouldn't even listen to the radio.

All I've got is a red guitar, three chords and the truth.

I play these [folk acoustic] concerts and I ask myself, 'Would you come see me tonight?' - and I'd have to answer truthfully, 'No, I wouldn't come. I'd rather be doin' something else, really I would. That something else is rock... The words are pictures, and the rock's gonna help me flesh out the colors of the pictures. (1965)

God bless them pretty women, I wish they was mine, Their breath is as sweet, The dew on the vine.

She makes love just like a woman.

The motorcycle black madonna Two wheeled gypsy queen.

It is the first line that gives the inspiration and then it's like riding a bull. Either you just stick with it, or you don't.

He hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime. He asks you with a grin, if you're having a good time.

Her profession's her religion, her sin is lifelessness.

It's sundown on the Union and what's made in the USA, sure was a good idea, until greed got in the way.

Loneliness, tenderness, high society, notoriety, you fight for the throne and you travel alone.

They said, congratulations you got what it takes. They sent him back to the rat race without any brakes.

A noble truth is a sacred creed.