Suffering, violent suffering, seems to be something that corresponds with something that we experience.

We are ugly but we have the music.

ordinary eternal machinery, like the grinding of the stars

I've expressed my gratitude to my son many times. And his career is far from undistinguished, and it was a great privilege to have someone of this skill bringing this album to conclusion.

Undertow" "I set out one night When the tide was low There were signs in the sky But I did not know I'd be caught in the grip Of the undertow Ditched on a beach Where the sea hates to go With a child in my arms And a chill in my soul And my heart the shape Of a begging bowl

I think that any songwriter - and I think that Bob Dylan knows this more than all of us - you don't write the songs anyhow.

I'm not a very nostalgic person. I don't really look at the past and summon up regrets, or self-congratulations, it just is not a mechanism that operates very strongly in me. So I neither have regrets nor occasions for self-congratulations.