In the clearing stands the boxer, and a fighter by his trade. And he carries a reminder of every glove that laid him down, or cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame “I am leaving! I am leaving” but the fighter still remains.
PAUL SIMONI don’t consider myself to be a major talent, so the only solace I can take is to hope I’m growing.
More Paul Simon Quotes
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Serious numbers will speak to us always.
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So I’ll continue to continue to pretend my life will never end, and flowers never bend with the rainfall.
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When I was 15, I made a solo record. It made Artie very unhappy. He looked upon it as something of a betrayal.
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There must be 50 ways to leave your lover.
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It’s very helpful to start with something that’s true. If you start with something that’s false, you’re always covering your tracks. Something simple and true, that has a lot of possibilities, is a nice way to begin.
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It’s actually very difficult to make something both simple and good.
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All God requires from us is to enjoy life and love. That’s the whole point.
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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.
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Don’t want to end up a cartoon in a cartoon grave yard.
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Much of songwriting is simply a mystery.
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I want to rid my heart of envy, and cleanse my soul of rage before I’m through.
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We work our jobs, collect our pay, believe were gliding down the highway, when in fact we’re slip sliding away.
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I met my old lover on the street last night. She seemed so glad to see me, I just smiled. Then we talked about some old times and we drank ourselves some beers, still crazy after all these years.
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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.
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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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