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I Don't Really Like To Write At A Desk. I Like To Write When Driving In A Car. ... Once You're Working On It, You're Working On It All The Time, And Sometimes Stuff'll Come In The Middle Of The Night, In A Dream Or Something. Your Mind Is Working On It All The Time.

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Paul Simon

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I Don't Really Like To Write At A Desk. I Like To Write When Driving In A Car. ... Once You're Working On It, You're Working On It All The Time, And Sometimes Stuff'll Come In The Middle Of The Night, In A Dream Or Something. Your Mind Is Working On It All The Time.

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We've Survived By Believing Our Life Is Going To Get Better.

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Serious Numbers Will Speak To Us Always.

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Having A Track Record To Live Up To And The History Of Successes Had Become A Hindrance. It Becomes Harder To Break Out Of What People Expect You To Do.

Maybe I Think Too Much For My Own Good.

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I Would Be Willing To Do Almost Anything To Make Art Happy. I Care About Our Friendship. The Only Thing I Won't Do Is Change The Essence Of My Work.

Lost Friendship

Who Am I To Blow Against The Wind?

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We Got On American Bandstand, Where Kids Would Dance To A Record And Then Rate It. We Called Ourselves Tom And Jerry. I Was Jerry.

And So You See I Have Come To Doubt -all That I Once Held As True ~ I Stand Alone Without Beliefs -the Only Truth I Know Is You

You Sit And You Let Your Fingers Go To Wherever They Are Going To Go. You Wait Until You Start To Hear Something, And You Start To Figure Out What It Is That You're Doing. And Then You Add Another Piece Next To That Piece, And Wait To See If Some Kind Of Pattern Or Something Interesting Starts To Grow, And Then You Cultivate It.

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.

Where Have You Gone, Joe Dimaggio? A Nation Turns Its Lonely Eyes To You.

Big Box Just Wasn't Our Strength. We Are A Men's And Boy's Specialty Store Focused On Providing High Quality Clothing With Custom Tailoring. Our Customer Is King. When We Had Seven Stores, Communication Between The Stores And With Our Customers Became More Disconnected. We Started To Lose That Great Family 'camaraderie' That Is Essentially The Key To Our Success.

The Dialogue Between What's Going On In The World And What's Going On Internally Seems To Be A Natural Thing - Well, It's Natural To Me, Anyway, To Have These Thoughts.

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.

The Words Of The Prophets Are Written On The Subway Walls And Tenements Halls And Whispered In The Sounds Of Silence.

Words Of Wisdom

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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