I didn't want to write for pay. I wanted to be paid for what I write.

Fare thee well my nightingale, I lived but to be near you. Thow you are singing somewhere still I can no longer hear you.

We do what only lovers can: make a gift out of necessity.

Journalists, especially English journalists, were very cruel to me. They said I only knew three chords when I knew five!

I lit a thin green candle to make you jealous of me, but the room just filled up with mosquitoes.

There's no concession to the fact that Dylan might be a more sophisticated singer than Whitney Houston, that he's probably the most sophisticated singer we've had in a generation. Nobody is identifying our popular singers like a Matisse or Picasso. Dylan's a Picasso - that exuberance, range, and assimilation of the whole history of music.

As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green hill So my body leaves no scar On you and never will