Bob Dylan Quotes

Every day, it's a different country, different time zone. If you asked me where home was, I've never felt like I've had that. My idea of comfort is to leave a place. Two weeks is sort of my max.

My main theme as a songwriter seems to be a feeling of homelessness, of being in motion. The feeling of being somehow unmoored, a radical internal freedom that is very painful and also joyful.

He went, ever on the move, with the slow, shuffling step of wandering beggars who are nowhere at home.

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.

I basically live out of my truck - I mean from place to place. I feel more at home in my truck than just about anywhere, which is a sad thing to say, but it's true.

I didn't have just one place where I could say, 'That's my home.'

The world's very small when you don't have anywhere to go.

To roam Giddily, and be everywhere but at home, Such freedom doth a banishment become.

I just never felt like I belonged anywhere. I always had a stick with a little knapsack attached.

I have always felt a little homeless. It's a strange thing.

I wasn't really living anywhere... I was just kinda hanging out. I would live from week to week in places.

I moved around 13 different times before I was in fifth grade, not having money, not having a lot of friends.

I don't really live anywhere.

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

I've never felt at home anywhere.

Growing up, I never really felt like anything was my own. I moved a lot, and I never belonged anywhere.

For many years, I didn't have a home.

I've very aware of my rootlessness.

I actually didn't think there was that many people out there who knew what it's like to not really have a home or have that home in one place.

Being somewhere but not completely: that was home for Danny. . . . All he needed was a cellphone or I-access, or both at once, or even just a plan to leave wherever he was and go someplace else really really soon.

To walk is to lack a place.

I don't know what 'home' or 'abroad' is any more.

When I was growing up, I never felt that I belonged anywhere because we never lived in a house for more than three months. That's all I knew, and that's why I don't really belong anywhere.

Everywhere is nowhere. When a person spends all his time in foreign travel, he ends by having many acquaintances, but no friends.

When you're on the road and moving city to city, when someone isn't there at the end of the night, you feel empty.