Bob Dylan Quotes

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

God is in heaven, and we all want what's his. But power and greed and corruptible seed seem to be all that there is.

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.

Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed.

With great lawyers you have discussed lepers and crooks, you've been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books.

Obscenity, who really cares. Propaganda, all is phony.

A cork screw to my heart, ever since we've been apart.

He gambled all his life, he's got 27 children, yet he's never had a wife.

Ain't no use jiving, ain't no use joking, everything is broken.

The only sound that's left after the ambulances go is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row.

Silvio, I gotta go, find out something only dead men know.

The rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame, preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain.

Mama, put my guns in the ground, I can't shoot them anymore. That long black cloud is coming down.

You walk into the room like a camel and then put your eyes in your pockets and your nose on the ground.

You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you.

Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed, dignity never been photographed.

Well the Lone Ranger and Tonto, they are riding down the line fixing everybody's troubles, everybody except mine.

The truth that I am seeking is in your missing file.

There ought to be a law about you coming around.

The cavalries charged and the Indians died, oh the country was young with God on its side.

Shakespeare, he's in the alley with his pointed shoes and his bells, speaking to some French girl who says she knows me well.

Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day, with strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us.

You use to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat, who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat.

You'll find God in the church of your choice, you'll find Woody Guthrie in the Brooklyn State Hospital.

There's been rumors of war and wars that have been The meaning of life has been lost in the wind And some people thinkin' that the end is close by 'Stead of learnin' to live they are learnin' to die

Seven shots ring out like the ocean's pounding roar, there's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm.

Cop comes down the street crazy as a loon, he throws us in jail for carrying harpoons.

God knows there's a heaven.

You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies. One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes.

I don't write the songs; I just write 'em down.

I'm in love with my second cousin.

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

Uncle fought in Vietnam and then he fought a war all by himself.

As I stepped to the stage to pick up my degree, and the locusts sang off in the distance.

Reality has always had too many heads.

I'm one too many mornings, and a thousand miles behind.

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

It will scramble your head and drag your brain about, sometimes you gotta do like Elvis did and shoot the damn thing out.

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

Advertising signs: they con you into thinking you're the one That can do what's never been done That can win what's never been won Meantime life outside goes on all around you

I am a restless soul hungry perhaps wretched.

They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in, sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss banks.

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

But now we got weapons Of the chemical dust If fire them we're forced to Then fire them we must One push of the button And a shot the world wide And you never ask questions When God's on your side

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

Sold my guitar to the baker's son for a few crumbs and a place to hide.

Witchcraft scum exploiting the dumb turning children into punks and slaves.

Rumble is the best instrumental ever.

I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

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.