Bob Dylan wrote in his elliptical memoir, Chronicles: Volume One, he was washed up in the 1980s, no longer a commercial success, and no longer putting out good work.

Beauty walks a razors edge, someday I'll make it mine.

You know, sometimes a person's reputation can be far more colossal than the influence of the person. I don't pay any attention to it anymore.

The future for me is already a thing of the past - You were my first love and you will be my last

The cavalries charged and the Indians died, oh the country was young with God on its side.

To preach of peace and brotherhood, oh what might be the cost? A man he did it long ago, and they hung him on a cross.

I believe that instinct is what makes a genius a genius.