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

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."

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.

More of the symbols are stock (does [Bob] Dylan really have hogs lying out in the mud somewhere? I doubt it), but that's the point.

Life is an essay you yourself have to write, start to finish.

The Church being what she is cannot have the instincts of a gentleman.

If youth knew if age could.

You don't have to turn the Page, I read the Story, it ends with you and me.

I will make a prophecy that may now sound peculiar. In fifty years Lincoln's name will be inscribed close to Washington's on this Republic's roll of honor.

I be getting high just to balance out the lows.

Clearly Mr. Drkh has had a long career of being the weirdest person in any given room, but he's about to go down in flames.

No government can act in advance of the moral will of the people.

Our life stories are at one and the same time reality, fallacy and fantasy.

It was not seen that woman's place was in the home until she began to go out of it; the statement was a reply to an unspoken challenge, it was attempted resistance to irresistible change.