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Believing I had supernatural powers, I slammed into a brick wall.

Paul Simon

After all those years of automatic success, you don’t get nervous any more. It’s really necessary to be nervous and be a little bit frightened. It pumps the adrenalin into you and you really get down there and try.
PAUL SIMON

Automatic Necessary Nervous Scare Try Yourself
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
I regret the ending of our friendship and hope one day before we die, we’ll make peace with each other . . . No rush.
PAUL SIMON

Death Each Other Friendship Hope Peace Regret
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
We had many more points of agreement than we had points of difference, but we did differ, and the bigger we got, the more insistent we got that each one of us should have his way.
PAUL SIMON

Agreement Difference Oneself Point Way
The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenements halls and whispered in the sounds of silence.
PAUL SIMON

Silence Sound Word Writing
Breakdowns come, and breakdowns go.
PAUL SIMON

Breakdown Heart Broken
Music is sometimes the only benign avenue of communication between antagonists.
PAUL SIMON

Avenue Communication Music
Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? A nation turns its lonely eyes to you.
PAUL SIMON

Eyes Lonely Nation Yourself
I’m laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, Going home, where the new york city winters aren’t bleedin’ me.
PAUL SIMON

Home Myself Winter
Somewhere in a burst of glory / Sound becomes a song.
PAUL SIMON

Burst Glory Song Sound
The degree of customization possible through your Preferences screens is awesome.
PAUL SIMON

Customization Degree Preference Screen
I want to rid my heart of envy, and cleanse my soul of rage before I’m through.
PAUL SIMON

Angry Heart Jealous Myself Soul
Maybe the heart is part of the mist. And that’s all that there is or could ever exist. Maybe and maybe and maybe some more. Maybe’s the exit that I’m looking for.
PAUL SIMON

Existence Heart Myself
The thought that life could be better is woven indelibly into our hearts and our brains.
PAUL SIMON

Better Heart Life Ourselves Thinking
Was a sunny day, not a cloud in the sky. Not a negative word was heard.
PAUL SIMON

Cloud Day Heard Sky Word

Believing I had supernatural powers, I slammed into a brick wall.

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