Bob Dylan Quotes

I was a full-time mom for seven years. You go back on tour, you're back in hotels, you're ordering room service, and you're getting an itinerary slipped under your door every, day. You're kind of thinking, 'Did I go home for seven years, or was that just a dream?'

Standing in the middle of nowhere, wondering how to begin. Lost between tomorrow and yesterday, between now and then.

...the long train ride was like traveling through limbo. You weren't anywhere when you were on a train, she decided. You weren't where you had been, and you weren't yet where you were going. You were nowhere. It might be beautiful outside the window-and it was, she had sense enough to realize that-but it wasn't anywhere to her, just a scene passing by that was framed by the train window. (p160)

My generation was somewhat between things, neither free nor much supported by whatever held us in.

I feel as if I'm always on the verge of waking up.

A fiance is neither this nor that: he's left one shore, but not yet reached the other.

I love being on tour and having my own tour bus.

Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.

So I'm more at home with my backpack, sleeping in a hotel room or on a bus or on an airplane, than I am necessarily on a bed. It's weird being here. It feels like I'm standing next to my real life.

Secrecy is thus, so to speak, a transition stadium between being and not-being.

I mean, what's great about touring is that's what you do. You're in a constant state of motion and then you stop to do a show and you move onto the next city. All you have to do is do the show. That's the only responsibility that you have.

Man hath still either toys or care: But hath no root, nor to one place is tied, but ever restless and irregular, about this earth doth run and ride. He knows he hath a home, but scarce knows where; He says it is so far, that he has quite forgot how to go there.

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.

As someone who works and travels as much, you could feel... A bit rootless?

Most of the time, I'm a little bewildered or sort of feel out of place.

It's kind of hard when you're on the road all the time, from one show to the next, from one hotel room to the next hotel room, it's kind of hard to think about everything.

I'd stay on tour for the rest of my life if I could. It's awesome.

The beginning of the end can feel a lot like the middle when you are living in it.

I opened the door and blinked out into the bright hall. I had the impression it wasn't night and it wasn't day, but some lurid third interval that had suddenly slipped between them and would never end.

This is not a place, after all. It is BETWEEN places. This is NOWHERE. A brief thought: I could stay here, abandon my quest, hang forever in the void, safe and cold and alone.

I ran rather than walked, anxious to lose my way. All I wanted was to be unsure.

That's not what I'm looking forward to, just being home and just kind of not really sure kind of what to do with myself.

While contemplating the bride, and eyeing the cake of soap, he muttered between his teeth: 'Tuesday. It was not Tuesday. Was it Tuesday? Perhaps it was Tuesday. Yes, it was Tuesday.' No one has ever discovered to what this monologue referred. Yes, perchance, this monologue had some connection with the last occasion on which he had dined, three days before, for it was now Friday.

I wish that someone had said to me that it's normal to feel lost for a little while.

Am I lost or just less found?