An artist has got to be constantly in a state of becoming.
People today are still living off the table scraps of the sixties. They are still being passed around – the music and the ideas.
A lot of people from the press want to talk to me, but they never do.
Dealing with my own life takes priority over other people dealing with my life.
My guard stood hard when abstract threats, too noble to neglect, deceived me into thinking, I had something to protect.
I change during the course of a day. I wake and I’m one person, and when I go to sleep I know for certain I’m somebody else.
I really don’t like to hurt myself. I have a good understanding with all the women who have been in my life, whether I see them occasionally or not.
I’m not a folk-singer. I just sing a certain place.
I gaze into the doorway of temptation’s angry flame And every time I pass that way I always hear my name.
In songs, you have to tell people about something they didn’t see and weren’t there for, and you have to do it as if you were.
Gonna change my way of thinking, make my self a different set of rules. Gonna put my good foot forward and stop being influenced by fools.
Gotta head full of ideas that are driving me insane...
Your old road is rapidly aging. Please get out of the new one If you can’t lend your hand, For the times they are a-changin’.
If you don’t underestimate me, I won’t underestimate you.
There are a lot of places I like, but I like New Orleans better.
The picture you have in your mind of what you’re about will come true.
Don’t follow leaders.
Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks.
It’s hard to speculate what tomorrow may bring.
Heard ten thousand whispering and nobody listening. Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughing. Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter.