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.
Bob DylanThere's beauty in the silver singing river There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty That I remember in my true love's eyes
Bob DylanI am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan, like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.
Bob Dylan