I like to change liquor stores frequently because the clerks got to know your habits if you went in night and day and bought huge quantities. I could feel them wondering why I wasn't dead yet and it m...
I held herwrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred,centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless andsick. all the things I had learned had been wasted.there was no creature living as fou...
I don't remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was.
Ihave a face like a washrag. I singlove songs and carry steel.I would rather die than cry. I can'tstand hounds can't live without them.I hang my head against the whiterefrigerator and want to scream l...
Are you becoming what you've always hated?
And there I was, 225 pounds, perpetually lost and confused, short legs, ape-like upper body, all chest, no neck, head too large, blurred eyes, hair uncombed, 6 feet of geek, waiting for her.
After dinner or lunch or whatever it was -- with my crazy 12-hour night I was no longer sure what was what -- I said, Look, baby, I'm sorry, but don't you realize that this job is driving me crazy? Lo...
Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
This time has finished me.
There is moss on the wallsand the stain of thought and failure andwaiting
There is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
There is always one woman to save you from another and as that woman saves you she makes ready to destroy
There is a loneliness in this world so greatthat you can see it in the slow movement ofthe hands of a clock.people so tiredmutilatedeither by love or no love.people just are not good to each otherone...
The history of melancholia includes all of us.
Pull a string, a puppet moves ...each man must realizethat it can all disappear veryquickly:the cat, the woman, the job,the front tire,the bed, the walls, theroom; all our necessitiesincluding love,re...
Nobody can save you butyourself.you will be put again and againinto nearly impossiblesituations.they will attempt again and againthrough subterfuge, guise andforceto make you submit, quit and/or die q...
Life itself is not the miracle.that pain should be so constant,that's the miracle
Invent yourself and then reinvent yourself,don't swim in the same slough.invent yourself and then reinvent yourself and stay out of the clutches of mediocrity.invent yourself and then reinvent yoursel...
Great writers are indecent peoplethey live unfairlysaving the best part for paper.good human beings save the worldso that bastards like me can keep creating art,become immortal.if you read this after...
But right nowit's Bob DylanBob Dylan BobDylan all theway.