Bob Dylan

I__ happy to just be able to come across things. I don__ need to be happy. Happiness is a kind of cheap word. Let__ face it, I__ not the kind of cat that__ going to cut off an ear if I can__ do something. I would commit suicide. I would shoot myself in the brain if things got bad. I would jump from a window_you know, I can think about death openly. It__ nothing to fear. It__ nothing sacred. I__e seen so many people die. Life__ not sacred either

Yet there__ no one to beat you | No one t_ defeat you | __ept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad

If you're not busy being born, you're busy dying.

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

But, like Shakespeare, I too am often occupied with the pursuit of my creative endeavors and dealing with all aspects of life's mundane matters. "Who are the best musicians for these songs?" "Am I recording in the right studio?" "Is this song in the right key?" Some things never change, even in 400 years.Not once have I ever had the time to ask myself, "Are my songs literature?"So, I do thank the Swedish Academy, both for taking the time to consider that very question, and, ultimately, for providing such a wonderful answer.

What was the future? The future was a solid wall, not promising, not threatening - all bunk. No guarantees of anything, not even the guarantee that life isn't one big joke.

Inside the museums, | Infinity goes up on trial | Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while

DESTINY is a feeling you have that you know something about yourself nobody else does. The picture you have in your own mind of what you're about WILL COME TRUE. It's a kind of a thing you kind of have to keep to your own self, because it's a fragile feeling, and you put it out there, then someone will kill it. It's best to keep that all inside.

You can never be wise and be in love at the same time.

It seemed I'd always been chasing after something, anything that moved -a car, a bird, a blowing leaf -anything that might lead me into some more lit place, some unknown land downriver. I had not even the vaguest notion of the broken world I was living in, what society could do with you.

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 housewife, you could become a glamour girl with rhinestone sunglasses. Are you slow witted? No worries -you can be an intellectual genius. If you're old, you can be young. Anything was possible. It was almost like a war against the self.

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...

It takes a lot to laugh, it takes a train to cry

...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....

Technology to wipe out truth is now available. Not everybody can afford it but it's available. When the cost comes down, look out!

I wasn't going to go deeper into the darkness for anybody. I was already living in the darkness. My family was my light and I was going to protect that light at all cost. That was where my dedication was, first, last and everything in-between. What did I owe the rest of the world? Nothing. Not a damn thing.

They say that patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings steal a little and they throw you in jail. Steal a lot and then they make you king.

Your heart is like the ocean, mysterious and dark.