Bob Dylan

Don’t matter how much money you got, there’s only two kinds of people: there’s saved people and there’s lost people.

People today are still living off the table scraps of the sixties. They are still being passed around – the music and the ideas.

Maybe in the 90s or possibly in the next century people will look upon the 80s as the age of masturbation, when it was taken to the limit; that might be all that’s going on right now in a big way.

Wagon Train was on. It seemed to be beaming in from some foreign country. I shut that off, too, and went into another room, a windowless one with a painted door – a dark cavern with a floor-to-ceiling library. I switched on the lamps. The place had an overpowering presence of literature and you couldn’t help but lose your passion for dumbness.

I think of a hero as someone who understands the degree of responsibility that comes with his freedom.

Although the masters make the rules for the wise men and the fools got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

You have to figure out what that is, and you have to make a plan to get to it. And the plan has got to have a timeline. You have to choose something that you can afford to do and then lock it in and passionately do it.

People have the right to think and say whatever they want to. But you have the right not to take it to heart, and not to react.

Somebody once said we never know what is enough until we know what’s more than enough.

All heiresses are beautiful.

You know you’re getting old when you stop to tie your shoelaces and wonder what else you could do while you’re down there.

You don’t need a rope to pinch a stranger’s butt.

It is impossible to defeat an ignorant man in argument.

My entire life can be described in one sentence. It didn’t go as planned and that’s OK.

I’ve sworn never to read any reviews ever again except those that are pointed out to me as nice ones. I would say that most of us who are considered in the artist realm just take it so terribly, and, you know, it can kill ya!

We live by the Golden Rule. Those who have the gold make the rules.

Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for – in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it.

If she doesn’t acknowledge what happened, then how can we trust that she is going to be different in the future?

Some people prefer the passenger role, because it imposes no real pressure to decide or stand accountable for their life results.

We do not know who we are until we see what we can do.

My pessimism extends to the point of even suspecting the sincerity of the pessimists.