There is in me an anarchy and frightful disorder. Creating makes me die a thousand deaths, because it means making order, and my entire being rebels against order. But without it I would die, scattered to the winds.
The world is a song, but we do not know whether it is a good song because we have nothing to compare it with.
I went to New York and Miami and hung out by the beach, and I love the American boys, so I wrote a song about it.
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