Some lose all mind and become soul,insane. some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. some lose both and become accepted

I've found out why men sign their names to their works- not that they created them but more than the others did not.

but right now it's Bob Dylan Bob Dylan Bob Dylan all the way.

like the fox I run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth I’m surely the luckiest man alive.

There's no way I can stop writing, it's a form of insanity.

They were beautiful nothings

I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.