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1 " If it's natural to kill, how come men have to go into training to learn how? "
― Joan Baez
2 " The only thing that’s been a worse flop than the organization of nonviolence has been the organization of violence. "
3 " You don't get to choosehow you're going to die.Or when. You can only decidehow you're going to live.Now. "
4 " Only you and I can help the sun rise each coming morning. If we don't, it may drench itself out in sorrow.You special, miraculous, unrepeatable, fragile, fearful, tender, lost, sparkling ruby emerald jewel, rainbow splendor person. It's up to you. "
5 " I went to jail for 11 days for disturbing the peace; I was trying to disturb the war. "
6 " I've never had a humble opinion. If you've got an opinion, why be humble about it? "
7 " Peace might sell, but who's buying? "
8 " You don't get to choose how you're going to die. Or when. But you can decide how you're going to live now. "
9 " It seems to me that those songs that have been any good, I have nothing much to do with the writing of them. The words have just crawled down my sleeve and come out on the page. "
10 " Maybe that afternoon was the closest I ever felt to Bob: his eyes were as old as God, and he was fragile as a winter leaf. "
― Joan Baez , And a Voice to Sing With
11 " I was born gifted. I can speak of my gifts with little or no modesty, but with tremendous gratitude, precisely because they are gifts, and not things which I created, or actions about which I might be proud. "
12 " God respects me when I work. He loves me when I sing. Tagore "
13 " I asked him what made us different, and he said it was simple, that I thought I could change things, and he knew that no one could. "
14 " The only thing that's been a worse flop than the organization of non-violence has been the organization of violence. "
15 " I first saw Bob Dylan in 1961 at Gerde’s Folk City in Greenwich Village. He was not overly impressive. He looked like an urban hillbilly, with hair short around the ears and curly on top. "
16 " and you know the first thing Dylan did when they started talking about how much money he could make? He went over in a corner by himself, and started scribbling down a list of who his friends were, because if he was gonna be rich, he’d have to know. "
17 " because of my deep-seated opinion that war itself is a crime; that the killing of one child, the burning of one village, the dropping of one bomb sinks us into such depths of depravity that there’s no use bickering over the particulars. "
18 " You don't get to choose how you're going to die or when. But you can decide how you're going to live now "
19 " Well I'll be damned Here comes your ghost again But that's not unusual It's just that the moon is full And you happened to call And here I sit Hand on the telephone Hearing a voice I'd known A couple of light years ago Heading straight for a fallAs I remember your eyes Were bluer than robin's eggs My poetry was lousy you said Where are you calling from? A booth in the midwest Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks You brought me something We both know what memories can bring They bring diamonds and rustWell you burst on the scene Already a legend The unwashed phenomenon The original vagabond You strayed into my arms And there you stayed Temporarily lost at sea The Madonna was yours for free Yes the girl on the half-shell Could keep you unharmedNow I see you standing With brown leaves falling all around And snow in your hair Now you're smiling out the window Of that crummy hotel Over Washington Square Our breath comes out white clouds Mingles and hangs in the air Speaking strictly for me We both could have died then and thereNow you're telling me You're not nostalgic Then give me another word for it You who are so good with words And at keeping things vague 'Cause I need some of that vagueness now It's all come back too clearly Yes I loved you dearly And if you're offering me diamonds and rust I've already paid "
20 " He was rarely tender, and seldom reached out to anticipate another’s needs, though occasionally he would exhibit a sudden concern for another outlaw, hitchhiker, or bum, and go out of his way to see them looked after. He was touching and infinitely fragile. His indescribably white hands moved constantly: putting a cigarette almost to his mouth, then tugging relentlessly at a tuft of hair at his neck, inadvertently dumping the cigarette ashes in dusty cavalcades down his jacket. "
