You know, life is what you make of it- so beautiful or so what.
PAUL SIMONBreakdowns come, and breakdowns go.
More Paul Simon Quotes
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All I’ve got to do today is smile.
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Artie is a singer, and I’m a writer and player and a singer. We didn’t work together on a creative level and prepare the songs. I did that.
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The record company stay out of my way. Whenever the record is finished, they take it.
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How much can you do with two voices? You can sing thirds or you can sing fifths or you can do a background harmony.
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Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? A nation turns its lonely eyes to you.
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No one dare disturb the sound of silence.
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When I look back at all the crap I learned in high school, it’s a wonder I can think at all.
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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.
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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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She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy I said ‘Be careful his bowtie is really a camera’
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Take me. I’m an ordinary player in the key of C. And my will was broken by my pride and my vanity. Who’s gonna love you when you’re looks are gone? God will. Like he waters the flowers on your window sill.
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Sail on silver girl Sail on by Your time has come to shine All your dreams are on their way See how they shine Oh, if you need a friend I’m sailing right behind.
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We’ve survived by believing our life is going to get better.
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I feel I should try to reveal. When you hit it right, you produce an emotional response in the listener that can be cathartic. When you’re wrong, you’re soppy, sentimental.
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I’m laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, Going home, where the new york city winters aren’t bleedin’ me.
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