The best songs of this [modern] period - the apocalyptic "High Water," for example - return [Bob] Dylan to where he was in his first phase, updating and transforming American traditional music.

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.

A meal should always lie lightly on the estomac, " said Poirot. "It should not be so heavy as to paralyze thought.

To explain God after merely reading the scriptures is like explaining the city of New York after seeing it only in a map.

I don't mean this in a stuck-up way, but I needed an attitude song.

The fulness of the godhead dwelt in every blade of grass.

You're gonna get helped, if you're lacking it, in any way, because everybody's objective is to make a good picture.

In the morning, when the nothing vase casts a something shadow, like the memory of someone you've lost, what can you say about that?

Reason like science, grows by way of mutual criticism; the only possible way of planning its growth is to develop those institutions that safeguard. the freedom of thought

The keenest pangs the wretched find Are rapture to the dreary void, The leafless desert of the mind, The waste of feelings unemployed.

True teachers not only impart knowledge and method but awaken the love of learning by their own reflected love.

She looked, and a scarlet butterfly flew away from her, away down the length of the tower, and then another, another, an unraveling scarf of butterflies like winged blood.