A brilliant 1989 album, Oh Mercy; some career retrospectives; and two albums of American folk songs, with just Bob Dylan and his guitar and harmonica. All that culminated in the Grammy-winning comeback album, Time Out of Mind (1997). Once again, just as Dylan seemed to be out of it, he was back at the top of his game.

I accept chaos, I'm not sure whether it accepts me.

A cat's meow and cow's moo, I can recite them all.

You learn from a conglomeration of the incredible past - whatever experience gotten in any way whatsoever.

I never could guess your weight, baby.

The land created me. I'm wild and lonesome. Even as I travel the cities, I'm more at home in the vacant lots.

I'm good with songs I haven't written, if I like them. I'm glad I didn't write any of them. I already know how they go, so I have more freedom with them. I understand these songs. I've known them for 40 years, 50 years, maybe longer, and they make a lot of sense. So I'm not coming to them like a stranger.