And a Voice to Sing With Quotes

“Maybe that afternoon was the closest I ever felt to Bob: his eyes were as old as God, and he was fragile as a winter leaf.”
― Joan Baez, And A Voice to Sing With: A Memoir

“I was born gifted. I can speak of my gifts with little or no modesty, but with tremendous gratitude, precisely because they are gifts, and not things which I created, or actions about which I might be proud.”
― Joan Baez, And A Voice to Sing With: A Memoir

“I asked him what made us different, and he said it was simple, that I thought I could change things, and he knew that no one could.”
― Joan Baez, And A Voice to Sing With: A Memoir

“God respects me when I work. He loves me when I sing. Tagore”
― Joan Baez, And A Voice to Sing With: A Memoir

“because of my deep-seated opinion that war itself is a crime; that the killing of one child, the burning of one village, the dropping of one bomb sinks us into such depths of depravity that there’s no use bickering over the particulars.”
― Joan Baez, And A Voice to Sing With: A Memoir

“and you know the first thing Dylan did when they started talking about how much money he could make? He went over in a corner by himself, and started scribbling down a list of who his friends were, because if he was gonna be rich, he’d have to know.”
― Joan Baez, And A Voice to Sing With: A Memoir

“I first saw Bob Dylan in 1961 at Gerde’s Folk City in Greenwich Village. He was not overly impressive. He looked like an urban hillbilly, with hair short around the ears and curly on top.”
― Joan Baez, And A Voice to Sing With: A Memoir

“I decided to stay in school as a act of protest against misleading propaganda.”
― Joan Baez, And a Voice to Sing With

“Twelve years later, when I finally met and became friends with Sara, we talked for hours about those days when the Original Vagabond was two-timing us. I told Sara that I’d never found Bob to be much at giving gifts, but that he had once bought me a green corduroy coat, and had told me to keep a lovely blue nightgown from the Woodstock house. “Oh!” said Sara, “that’s where it went!”
― Joan Baez, And A Voice to Sing With: A Memoir

“His humor was dry, private, and splendid. Sometimes he would start to chuckle. A little at a time, his lips would move from a genuine smile to a pucker. Then, instantly, he would tighten them back in, until a tiny convulsion of laughter would bring them back to the smile, and sometimes, a full grin followed by laughter.”
― Joan Baez, And A Voice to Sing With: A Memoir

“He was rarely tender, and seldom reached out to anticipate another’s needs, though occasionally he would exhibit a sudden concern for another outlaw, hitchhiker, or bum, and go out of his way to see them looked after. He was touching and infinitely fragile. His indescribably white hands moved constantly: putting a cigarette almost to his mouth, then tugging relentlessly at a tuft of hair at his neck, inadvertently dumping the cigarette ashes in dusty cavalcades down his jacket.”
― Joan Baez, And A Voice to Sing With: A Memoir

“I decided to stay in school as an act of protest against misleading propaganda.”
― Joan Baez, And A Voice To Sing With