Your songs are like an oil painting at the dentist’s office.[to Joan]
You got kids?[Street Vendor]Yeah. Thousands of them.[Bob Dylan]
You can be beautiful, or you can be ugly, but you can’t be plain.
Troubling time, go find someone to love.
There is another gentleman in this room, and he’s trying to rest.[Orderly]He’s been resting for six months. I don’t think it’s working.[Bob Dylan]
People make up their past. They remember what they want, they forget the rest.[to Sylvie]
Let go of it, Bobby. You won.[Joan Baez]What did I win, Joan?[Bob Dylan]Freedom. From all of us and our s***. Isn’t that what you wanted?[Joan Baez]See you soon, Joan.[Bob Dylan]
I’m Pete, by the way.[Pete Seeger]Yes, sir. No question about it.[Bob Dylan]
Everyone asks where these songs come from. But then you watch their faces, and they’re not asking where the songs come from. They’re asking why the songs didn’t come to them.[to Sylvie]
Are you God, Bob?[Sylvie Russo]How many times do I have to say this? Yes.[Bob Dylan]
