There would be brilliant songs, but, as [Bob] Dylan admitted on the recent Martin Scorsese documentary about him (No Direction Home), the specific muse that inspired "It's Alright Ma" would not return.

I'm inconsistent, even to myself.

We all like motorcycles to some degree.

You'll find God in the church of your choice, you'll find Woody Guthrie in the Brooklyn State Hospital.

Bent out of shape from society's pliers, cares not to come up any higher, but rather get you down in the hole that he's in.

I thought that he was righteous, but he's vain. Oh, somethings a telling me I wear the ball and chain.

People disagreeing everywhere you look makes you wanna stop and read a book.