I play these [folk acoustic] concerts and I ask myself, 'Would you come see me tonight?' - and I'd have to answer truthfully, 'No, I wouldn't come. I'd rather be doin' something else, really I would. That something else is rock... The words are pictures, and the rock's gonna help me flesh out the colors of the pictures. (1965)

She knows there's no success like failure, and that failure's no success at all.

You can't be happy by doing something groovy.

Peace will come With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall.

I just don't hear anyone else making the music I'm making in my head, so I'll have to do it myself.

You been down to the bottom with a bad man, babe But you're back were you belong

If you wanted to, it would be easy to find some crappy lyrics [of Bob Dylan] from the Eighties to undermine the Nobel Prize.