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And she said ‘Losing love is like a window in your heart, Everybody sees you’re blown apart, Everybody feels the wind blow.’

Paul Simon

I suppose an artist takes the elements of his life and rearranges them and then has them perceived by others as though they were the elements of their lives.
PAUL SIMON

Arrange Artist Element Live Myself
Much of songwriting is simply a mystery.
PAUL SIMON

Mystery Simplicity
You want to be a writer, don’t know how or when? Find a quiet place, use a humble pen.
PAUL SIMON

Humble Known Pen Place Quiet Writing Yourself
Cecilia was made in a living room on a Sony. It was like a little piece of magical fluff, bur it works. El Condor Pasa a Los Incas record that I love. Bridge is a very strong melodic song.
PAUL SIMON

Live Magic Movie Pieces Song
I’ve got a reason to believe we all be received in Graceland, Graceland, Memphis Tennessee.
PAUL SIMON

Believe Reason Recieve
There are two sorts of people in the world: Those who listen and those who are thinking about what they are going to say next.
PAUL SIMON

People Silence Talk Thinking
The phrasing didn’t work as well.
PAUL SIMON

Phrase Well Work
I was eating in a Chinese restaurant downtown. There was a dish called Mother and Child Reunion. It’s chicken and eggs. And I said, I gotta use that one.
PAUL SIMON

Eat Food Inspiration Myself
I have my books and my poetry to protect me.
PAUL SIMON

Book Myself Poetry Protection
And you read your emily dickinson, And I my robert frost. And we note our place with bookmarkers That measure what we’ve lost.
PAUL SIMON

Lost Measurement Note Place Reading
Someone could walk into this room and say your life is on fire.
PAUL SIMON

Fire Life Room Walk
Breakdowns come, and breakdowns go.
PAUL SIMON

Breakdown Heart Broken
I don’t consider myself to be a major talent, so the only solace I can take is to hope I’m growing.
PAUL SIMON

Growth Hope Myself Talent
It’s actually very difficult to make something both simple and good.
PAUL SIMON

Difficult Goodness Simplicity
We work our jobs, collect our pay, believe were gliding down the highway, when in fact we’re slip sliding away.
PAUL SIMON

Fact Job Ourselves Slide Work
People talking without speaking, People listening without hearing, Sounds of Silence.
PAUL SIMON

Listening People Silence Sound Talk

And she said ‘Losing love is like a window in your heart, Everybody sees you’re blown apart, Everybody feels the wind blow.’

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And she said ‘Losing love is like a window in your heart, Everybody sees you’re blown apart, Everybody feels the wind blow.’

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