It was relatively simple. Bob put himself in my hands. He just turned up – just his words on paper – no instruments, no musicians, no preconceptions. He just turned up on the doorstep and I built the studio. It’s what I call a kitchen studio, so we played in the kitchen. I knew it...

Well, the future for me is already a thing of the past.

And it’s a hard, It’s a hard, It’s a hard, It’s a hard, It’s a hard rain gonna fall

Twenty years of schoolin’ / And they put you on the day shift.

You can always come back, but you can’t come back all the way.

She opened up a book of poems and handed it to me written by an Italian poet from the 13th century and every one of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal pouring off of every page like it was written in my soul from me to you.

For them that think death’s honesty won’t fall upon them naturally life sometimes must get lonely.

Some people have no hope, some people want to be like you, you know? Best to be yourself

Let me ask you one questionIs your money that goodWill it buy you forgivenessDo you think that it couldI think you will findWhen your death takes its tollAll the money you madeWill never buy back your soul

Sometimes it’s not enough to know what things mean, sometimes you have to know what things don’t mean.

songs, to me, were more important than just light entertainment. They were my preceptor and guide into some altered consciousness of reality. Some different republic, some liberated republic… whatever the case, it wasn’t that I was anti-popular culture or anything and I had no ambition to stir things up. I just thought of mainstream culture...

…we are singing today of the WIPE-OUT GANG – the WIPE-OUT GANG buys, owns & operates the Insanity Factory – if you do not know where the Insanity Factory is located, you should hereby take two steps to the right, paint your teeth & go to sleep….

All I can be is me- whoever that is.

I failed to communicate, that’s why I chose to leave

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

Blonde on Blonde.

When asked what his songs were about: Some are about 10 minutes long, others are about 5 or 6.

Your heart is like the ocean, mysterious and dark.

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

What’s money? 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.

Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts

I have dined with kings, I’ve been offered wings. And I’ve never been too impressed.

I don’t think the human mind can comprehend the past and the future. They are both just illusions that can manipulate you into thinking there’s some kind of change.

You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows

Come writers and criticsWho prophesize with your penAnd keep your eyes wideThe chance won’t come againAnd don’t speak too soonFor the wheel’s still in spinAnd there’s no tellin’ whoThat it’s namin’For the loser nowWill be later to winFor the times they are a-changin’.

There is nothing so stable as change.

Just because you like my stuff doesn’t mean I owe you anything.

Johnny was and is the North Star. You could guide your ship by him.

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind, The answer is blowin’ in the wind

I define nothing. Not beauty, not patriotism. I take each thing as it is, without prior rules about what it should be.

The dominant myth of the day seemed to be that anybody could do anything, even go to the moon. You could do whatever you wanted -in the ads and in the articles, ignore your limitations, defy them. If you were an indecisive person, you could become a leader and wear lederhosen. If you were a...

..my father was the best man in the world and probably worth a hundred of me, but he didn’t understand me. The town he lived in and the town I lived in were not the same.

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

And I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinking.

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

Come senators, congressmenPlease heed the callDon’t stand in the doorwayDon’t block up the hallFor he that gets hurtWill be he who has stalledThere’s a battle outside ragin’.It’ll soon shake your windowsAnd rattle your wallsFor the times they are a-changin’.

The line it is drawnThe curse it is castThe slow one nowWill later be fastAs the present nowWill later be pastThe new order isRapidly fadin’.And the first one nowWill later be lastFor the times they are a-changin’.

You’re gonna have to serve somebody; well, it may be the devil, or it may be the Lord, but you’re gonna have to serve somebody…

There’s only one day at a time here, then it’s tonight and then tomorrow will be today again.

In the dime stores and bus stations, People talk of situations, read books, repeat quotations, Draw conclusions on the wall

I cannot rhyme or play guitar, piano and am not very much interested in doing any of these.

And the country I die for, has God on its side

Don’t matter how much money you got, there’s only two kinds of people: there’s saved people and there’s lost people.

All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie.

The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face.

Don’t think twice, it’s all right.

Being noticed can be a burden. Jesus got himself crucified because he got himself noticed. So I disappear a lot.

How many times can a man turn his head and pretend he just doesn’t see?

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble,Ancient footprints are everywhere.You can almost think that you ‘ re seein ‘ doubleOn a cold dark night on the Spanish stairs…

People talk about egos as if it were objects.