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“Behind every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain.”
Bob Dylan
“Play it fuckin' loud!”
Bob Dylan
“A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and gets to bed at night, and in between he does what he wants to do.”
Bob Dylan
“I accept chaos, I'm not sure whether it accepts me.”
Bob Dylan
“Don't criticize what you can't understand.”
Bob Dylan
“I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours”
Bob Dylan, Lyrics:1962 2001
“The future for me is already a thing of the past -
You were my first love and you will be my last”
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan - Love and Theft: Piano/Vocal/Guitar
“All I can be is me- whoever that is. ”
Bob Dylan
“And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinking.”
Bob Dylan
“Sometimes it's not enough to know what things mean, sometimes you have to know what things don't mean.”
Bob Dylan
“Life is more or less a lie, but then again, that's exactly the way we want it to be.”
Bob Dylan
“He not busy being born is busy dying.”
Bob Dylan
“People seldom do what they believe in. They do what is convenient, then repent.”
Bob Dylan
“Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.”
Bob Dylan
“I think women rule the world and that no man has ever done anything that a woman either hasn't allowed him to do or encouraged him to do.”
Bob Dylan
“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.”
Bob Dylan (Lyric)
“May your heart always be joyful. May your song always be sung.”
Bob Dylan
“When you've got nothing, you've got nothing to loose.”
Bob Dylan
“You can never be wise and be in love at the same time.”
Bob Dylan
“No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.”
Bob Dylan
“I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul...”
Bob Dylan
“May God bless and keep you always,
May your wishes all come true,
May you always do for others
And let others do for you.
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung,
May you stay forever young,”
Bob Dylan
“You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.”
Bob Dylan
“If you want to keep your memories, you first have to live them.”
Bob Dylan
“Some people seem to fade away but then when they are truly gone, it's like they didn't fade away at all.”
Bob Dylan, Chronicles: Volume One
“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.”
Bob Dylan, The Bob Dylan Scrapbook: 1956-1966
“Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.”
Bob Dylan
“Gotta head full of ideas that are driving me insane...”
Bob Dylan
“The first thing you notice about New Orleans are the burying grounds - the cemeteries - and they're a cold proposition, one of the best things there are here. Going by, you try to be as quiet as possible, better to let them sleep. Greek, Roman, sepulchres- palatial mausoleums made to order, phantomesque, signs and symbols of hidden decay - ghosts of women and men who have sinned and who've died and are now living in tombs. The past doesn't pass away so quickly here. You could be dead for a long time.

The ghosts race towards the light, you can almost hear the heavy breathing spirits, all determined to get somewhere. New Orleans, unlike a lot of those places you go back to and that don't have the magic anymore, still has got it. Night can swallow you up, yet none of it touches you. Around any corner, there's a promise of something daring and ideal and things are just getting going. There's something obscenely joyful behind every door, either that or somebody crying with their head in their hands. A lazy rhythm looms in the dreamy air and the atmosphere pulsates with bygone duels, past-life romance, comrades requesting comrades to aid them in some way. You can't see it, but you know it's here. Somebody is always sinking. Everyone seems to be from some very old Southern families. Either that or a foreigner. I like the way it is.

There are a lot of places I like, but I like New Orleans better. There's a thousand different angles at any moment. At any time you could run into a ritual honoring some vaguely known queen. Bluebloods, titled persons like crazy drunks, lean weakly against the walls and drag themselves through the gutter. Even they seem to have insights you might want to listen to. No action seems inappropriate here. The city is one very long poem. Gardens full of pansies, pink petunias, opiates. Flower-bedecked shrines, white myrtles, bougainvillea and purple oleander stimulate your senses, make you feel cool and clear inside.

Everything in New Orleans is a good idea. Bijou temple-type cottages and lyric cathedrals side by side. Houses and mansions, structures of wild grace. Italianate, Gothic, Romanesque, Greek Revival standing in a long line in the rain. Roman Catholic art. Sweeping front porches, turrets, cast-iron balconies, colonnades- 30-foot columns, gloriously beautiful- double pitched roofs, all the architecture of the whole wide world and it doesn't move. All that and a town square where public executions took place. In New Orleans you could almost see other dimensions. There's only one day at a time here, then it's tonight and then tomorrow will be today again. Chronic melancholia hanging from the trees. You never get tired of it. After a while you start to feel like a ghost from one of the tombs, like you're in a wax museum below crimson clouds. Spirit empire. Wealthy empire. One of Napoleon's generals, Lallemaud, was said to have come here to check it out, looking for a place for his commander to seek refuge after Waterloo. He scouted around and left, said that here the devil is damned, just like everybody else, only worse. The devil comes here and sighs. New Orleans. Exquisite, old-fashioned. A great place to live vicariously. Nothing makes any difference and you never feel hurt, a great place to really hit on things. Somebody puts something in front of you here and you might as well drink it. Great place to be intimate or do nothing. A place to come and hope you'll get smart - to feed pigeons looking for handouts”
Bob Dylan, Chronicles: Volume One
“When you feel in your gut what you are and then dynamically pursue it - don't back down and don't give up - then you're going to mystify a lot of folks.”
Bob Dylan

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