You breathed on me and made my life a richer one to live, when I was deep in poverty you taught me how to give. Dried the tears up from my dreams and pulled me from my hole, quenched my thirst and satisfied the burning in my soul.

Your old road is rapidly aging. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand, For the times they are a-changin'.

Patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings.

I like America, just as everybody else does. I love America, I gotta say that. But America will be judged.

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)

How does it feel, how does it feel to be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth. You're an idiot babe, it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.