Except in these latter-day songs, [Bob] Dylan is a grizzled old prophet who's already been to hell and back.

The Buddha’s dharma didn’t teach peace and relaxation; it taught awakening—often rude awakening.

All relaxation does is allow the truth to be felt. The mind is cleared, like a dirty window wiped clean, and the magnitude of what we might ordinarily take for granted inspires tears.

There’s no path to liberation that doesn’t pass through the shadow.

What a miracle, that all we have to do to be beautifully loving creatures is just relax and allow.

At the last stages of the journey, there’s no journey at all.

[Bob] Dylan is a contemporary Don Quixote, at once besotted by the promise of America and yet also undermining it.

In the meantime [1963-65], [Bob] Dylan was writing some of the best love songs in the genre, like "Girl From the North Country," "Don't Think Twice, It's Alright," and "It Ain't Me, Babe."

Folk music had long been political but [Bob] Dylan's poetry took it to a new level.

In honor of his new Nobel, this hard-core Dylanophile wants to share with you a song or two from each of his many incarnations. Because you deserve to know.

In late [Bob] Dylan, music is the key to immortality, even though the summer days are long gone.

And then it hits me like a fast, open-palmed, stinging smack in the face.Having a ghost boyfriend WASweird

I've never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.

I don't want to be interesting. I want to be good.

That's like buying asparagus and then leaving it at the checkout. Why would you do that?

I walked into the main entrance of the White House, and I said to myself, "This is sort of amazing."

Rap is always evolving. It's easy for the old school to hate the new school, but it's a music that got a little stifled I think, by the Internet a little bit.

Be the hero of your own story.

There is no conceivable amount of money worth telling the world that you were beaten up by Liza Minnelli.

God is universal; confined to no spot, defined by no dogma, appropriated by no sect.

I wrote 'White Teeth' in the late nineties. I didn't really feel trepidatious about it. It was a different time.