It evoked Picasso and Miles Davis for me — two great artists who totally indulged themselves in their work and who they were, but they certainly didn't give a damn what other people thought.

In life's rich beauty pageant we put children on a stage, said flash your soft white belly child, but just don't act your age.

When I was 12 years old, or however old I was when Bringing It All Back Home came out, I'd just skip back and forth endlessly between 'Subterranean Homesick Blues' and 'It's Alright, Ma' and 'Mr. Tambourine Man,' and now my Bob Dylan roots are showing big time.

It evoked Picasso and Miles Davis for me — two great artists who totally indulged themselves in their work and who they were, but they certainly didn't give a damn what other people thought.

God gave me wisdom, but the devil's got style.

I figure as an artist the best thing you can do is follow your heart - and if your heart is marketable, then you win.

It’s hard to kiss the lips at night that chew your ass out all day long...