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“Take care of all of your memories. You cannot relive them. Bob Dylan”
― Alm Hlgh

“He stilled my room, for sure.”
― Suze Rotolo, A Freewheelin' Time : A Memoir of Greenwich Village in the Sixties Suze Rotolo

“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.”
― Bob Dylan, Chronicles, Volume One

“In another life, I could have been you," she'd say.
"Yeah, but then I wouldn't have been the same person in that life."
"Yeah, that's right. Let's work on it.”
― Bob Dylan

“..And songs, to me, were more important than just light entertainment. They were my preceptor and guide into some altered consciousness of reality, some different republic, some liberated republic.”
― Bob Dylan, Chronicles, Volume One

“Once upon a time You dressed so fine”
― Bob Dylan

“All I can do is be me, whatever that is. Bob Dylan”
― Alm Hlgh

“Like almost all of Beefheart's recorded work, [Trout Mask Replica] was not even "ahead" of its time in 1969. Then and now, it stands outside time, trends, fads, hypes, the rise and fall of whole genres eclectic as walking Christmas trees, constituting a genre unto itself: truly, a musical Monolith if ever there was one.”
― Lester Bangs

“einige gitarren, ein klavier, mikrophone von der decke, kleine schaumstoffpyramiden an den wänden. ein studio in new york an der upper east side. es ist ein warmer septemberabend draußen über der stadt. bob dylan verbrachte ihn bis etwa 5 p.m. auf der veranda seines freundes bill clinton, wo die beiden marihuana rauchten und kreatives schlafen praktizierten. bob braucht diese rituale mit freunden, bevor er ins studio geht, seit so vielen jahren, nach so vielen platten. jetzt, pünktlich um 7:34 p.m., sitzt er alleine hier im studio und schaut auf das geöffnete klavier. ähnlich wie helmut schmidt in deutschland darf auch bob dylan an jedem ort hemmungslos rauchen, selbst wenn an der wand ein großes, rot leuchtendes warnschild mit der aufschrift „do never smokeâ€� angebracht ist. die rauchwolken der siebenten camel filter ziehen wie magisch in den innenraum des flügels, sie stauen sich dort, scheinen sich einzunisten. vor den augen dylans aber wird das klavier zum sarg. er sieht im rauch eine spiegelung seiner eigenen gewohnt gelockten haare, er selbst daran mit dem kopf anmontiert, im besten anzug plus krawatte, eingebettet in verplüschte seitenwände. er wollte doch erste demos für die neue platte aufnehmen, nicht sich selbst im sarg visualisieren. verstimmt dämpft er die zigarette auf seinem linken unterarm aus und legt den stummel zärtlich zu den anderen auf den boden. er ist müdeâ€� das gras wirkt wohl immer noch. wie in trance steht er nun auf, verfügt sich zum flügel und platziert sich vor den tasten. im bleiernen halbschlaf geht es jetzt los.

(0201)”
― David Ramirer, 2015 - fuck me tender

“I had no time for romance. I turned away from the window, from the wintry sun, crossed through the room, went to the stove and made and poured myself a cup of hot chocolate and then clicked on the radio”
― Bob Dylan, Chronicles, Volume One

“Music is truthfulâ€� Music attracts the angels in the universe.”
― Bob Dylan, The Essential Interviews

“Dylan's voice was awful, an aged quaver that sounded nothing like the deep-throated or silky R&B that Dad took as gospel. But the lyrics wore him down, until he played Dylan in that addicted manner of college kids who cordon off portions of their lives to decipher the prophecies of their favorite band. Dad heard poetry, but more than that an angle that confirmed what a latent part of him already suspected. This was was bullshit.”
― Ta-Nehisi Coates, The Beautiful Struggle: A Father, Two Sons and an Unlikely Road to Manhood

“I was born here and I'll die here against my will.”
― Gordon Marino, Ethics: The Essential Writings

“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.”
― Bob Dylan

“One spoon of Dylan makes a gallon of meanings.”
― David Mitchell, Utopia Avenue

“all is phony.”
― bob dylan

“Only Bob Dylan knows which of his songs belong in the trash and which belong in the garbage. I’m so ignorant, I’d say either one works.”
― Jarod Kintz, The Lewis and Clark of The Ozarks

“I had broken myself of the habit of thinking in short song cycles and began reading longer and longer poems to see if I could remember anything I read about in the beginning. I trained my mind to do this, had cast off gloomy habits and learned to settle myself down... I began cramming my brain with all kinds of deep poems. It seemed like I'd been pulling an empty wagon for a long time and now I was beginning to fill it up and would have to pull harder. I felt like I was coming out of the back pasture. I was changing in other ways, too. Things that used to affect me, didn't affect me anymore. I wasn’t too concerned about people, their motives. I didn’t feel the need to examine every stranger that approached.”
― D.H. Lawrence

“Needless to say, the song ["Hallelujah"] was now a climax in every show [of the 2009 Leonard Cohen tour], received like holy scripture. It belonged in a category with seeing Bob Dylan sing "Like a Rolling Stone" or watching Bruce Springsteen perform "Born to Run"—it was an event that people simply wanted to witness, to say they had seen. It took on a power that had to do with the song's history first, its feeling second, and its details hardly at all. Every performance carried with it a sense of where this song had been, who had sung it,where and how every listener had first encountered it; it had reached a place where it was something to be experienced, rather than listened to.”
― Alan Light, The Holy or the Broken: Leonard Cohen, Jeff Buckley, and the Unlikely Ascent of "Hallelujah"

“My mind is confused, I shudder in panic. My night of pleasure has turned into terror. Setting the table to let the watchmen watch, eating and drinking, “Arise, officers, anoint the shield.â€� For thus said my Lord to me: Go, station the lookout, and let him tell what he sees. He will see a pair of horsemen...and he will call out like a lion. My lord, I stand on the lookout constantly during the day, and I am stationed at my post all the nights. Behold, it is coming: a chariot with a man, a pair of horsemen. Each says loudly, “It has fallen! Babylonia has fallen!”
― Seth Rogovoy, Bob Dylan: Prophet, Mystic, Poet

“Like the Rolling Thunder Revue, The Last Waltz was fueled by cocaine. 'It was ankle deep,' says Michael McClure, who read poetry as part of the concert. 'When I look at that film, I get a coke high.' Backstage there was a cocaine room, painted white and decorated with noses cut out of Groucho Marx masks. A tape played sniffing noises. Neil Young came out to sing 'Helpless' with a white lump hanging from his nose. The producers had to hire a Hollywood optical company to have the lump removed from the film.”
― Howard Sounes, Down the Highway: The Life of Bob Dylan

“You can't label him, you know, he- hes unlabelable”
― N/A Various

“Just as Bob Dylan's true audience may be those who came before him, those he's trying not to dishonor when he sings their songs or makes those songs into new ones, it may be his true biography is his inhabiting of other lives.”
― Greil Marcus

“Now it may be that the poet will use a new medium of communication, the phonograph record, and Bob Dylan may well be the man that established the medium as a place for the poet.”
― Daniel Kramer, Bob Dylan

“Over the next few years, in the early sixties, everyone in my world was singing Bob Dylan songs. It was as if we were in some worldwide musical stage show and Bob Dylan was writing the lyrics for the entire production. He was writing about freedom, wars, disasters, justice, betrayal, liberty, slavery, outlaws, freight trains, and women; all the usual stuff. And at some point he stopped being a folksinger and a songwriter and he became a warrior poet. For the first time in my life I saw a pen that put swords to shame.”
― Arlo Guthrie, Early Dylan

“Yours has been an intrepid, mordant and flawless protest flowing freely through well-written songs. And the waves of such humane contributions towards a better world shall continue to welter and gather froths of abluent, needed to sanitize the senselessly gory pages of our common history.

Thanks so much, Bob Dylan, for the beautiful music.”
― Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

“Through the years, Bob Dylan's music has seen intrepid, mordant and flawless protests flowing freely through well-written songs. And the waves of such humane contributions towards a better world shall continue to welter and gather froths of an abluent, needed to sanitise the senselessly gory pages of our common history.”
― Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

“Through the years, Bob Dylan's music â€� a museum of impenitent poetry â€� has seen intrepid, mordant and flawless protests flowing freely through well-written songs. And the waves of such humane contributions towards a better world shall continue to welter and gather froths of an abluent, needed to sanitise the senselessly gory pages of our common history.”
― Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

“Through the years, Bob Dylan's music â€� a museum of impenitent poetry â€� has seen intrepid and flawless protests flowing freely through well-written songs. And the waves of such humane contributions towards a better world shall continue to welter and gather froths of an abluent, needed to sanitise the senselessly gory pages of our common history.”
― Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

“Truth was the last thing on my mind, and even if there was such a thing, I didn' t want it in my house. Oedipus went looking for the truth and when he found it, it ruined him. It was a cruel horror of a joke. So much for the truth. I was gonna talk out of both sides of my mouth and what you heard depended on which side you were standing.”
― Bob Dylan, Chronicles, Volume One