Bob Dylan

why be bothered with other people's set-ups? it only leads to torture.

Yes 'n' how many years can some people exist before they're allowed to be free? Yes. 'n' how many times can a man turn his head pretending he just doesn't see? The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind.

How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man?

New York was a city where you could be frozen to death in the midst of a busy street and nobody would notice.

Opportunities may come along for you to convert something -something that exists into something that didn't yet. That might be the beginning of it. Sometimes you just want to do things your way, want to see for yourself what lies behind the misty curtain. It's not like you see songs approaching and invite them in. It's not that easy. You want to write songs that are bigger than life. You want to say something about strange things that have happened to you, strange things you have seen. You have to know and understand something and then go past the vernacular.

Beauty walks a razors edge, someday I'll make it mine.

I never took much, I never asked for your crutch, Now don't ask for mine.

Twenty years of schooling and they put you on the day shift - look out out kid, they keep it all hid

Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting If I could hear his heart softly pounding Yes, and only if he was lying by me Would I lie in my bed once again.

No martyr is among ye now | Whom you can call your own | So go on your way accordingly | But know you__e not alone.

Being noticed can be a burden. Jesus got himself crucified because he got himself noticed. So I disappear a lot.

Privacy is something you can sell, but you can't buy it back.

Life is more or less a lie, but then again, that's exactly the way we want it to be.

look, you know i don't wanna come on ungrateful, but that warren report, you know as well as me, just didn't make it. You know, like they might as well have asked some banana salesman from des moines, who was up in toronto on the big day, if he saw anyone around looking suspicious/...

..my father was the best man in the world and probably worth a hundred of me, but he didn't understand me. The town he lived in and the town I lived in were not the same.

Once upon a time You dressed so fine

A poem is a naked person....Some people say that I am a poet.

People are crazy and times are strange,I'm locked in tightI'm out of range,I use to carebut things have changed.