Well, it's hard to stumble And land in some muddy lagoon When it's nine below zero And three o'clock in the afternoon.

It will scramble your head and drag your brain about, sometimes you gotta do like Elvis did and shoot the damn thing out.

If I made records for my own pleasure, I would only record Charley Patton songs.

In the dime stores and bus stations
 People talk of situations
 Read books, repeat quotations
 Draw conclusions on the wall
 Some speak of the future
 My love she speaks softly
 She knows there’s no success like failure
 And that failure’s no success at all -Bob Dylan, “Love Minus Zero / No Limit” (1965)

He swift don't win the race. It goes to the worthy, who can divide the word of truth.

I wanted to understand things and then be free of them. I needed to learn how to telescope things, ideas. Things were too big to see all at once, like all the books in the library-everything laying around on all the tables. You might be able to put it all into one paragraph or into one verse of a song if you could get it right.

I'm mortified to be on the stage, but then again, it's the only place where I'm happy.