“Tell them you came, and saw, and looked into my eyes and saw the shadow of the guard receding.”

I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps “Oh look at that!” Then – whoosh, and I’m gone… and they’ll never see anything like it ever again… and they won’t be able to forget me – ever.

And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it – they feel like you’re trying to steal their most precious possession.

Cinema, heir of alchemy, last of an erotic science.

Cinema, heir of alchemy, last of an erotic science.

Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn And tied her with fences and dragged her down

Society, parents they refuse to allow you to keep the freedom you were born with.

The gate is straight, Deep and wide, Break on through to the other side…

We hide ourselves in our music to reveal ourselves

Just anything to get people to think. I mean if you can get a whole room full of drunk, stoned people to actually wake up and think, you’re doing something.

Guileless and without vanity, we were still in love with ourselves then.

When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experence.

I wonder why people like to believe I’m high all the time. I guess . . . maybe they think someone else can take their trip for them.

The future is uncertain but the end is always near.

I see myself as an intelligent, sensitive human, with the soul of a clown which forces me to blow it at the most important moments.

People are terrified to be set free – they hold on to their chains. They fight anyone who tries to break those chains. It’s their security..

That unknown was once very well known. It’s where our souls belong….

In a world in which time is a circle, every handshake, every kiss, every birth, every word, will be repeated precisely.

We are all sharks circling, and waiting, for traces of blood to appear in the water.

There is an imaginary circle drawn around every human being, over which no government should be able to step.

There is a subset of Democrats who tend to mis-fill out ballots. The way you mark the ballot is like an S.A.T. – you fill in the circle. And the subset of people who tend to, like, put a check there instead, or an X, or fill it out wrong.

I don’t know if I’ve ever been in a clique.

I was right at the edge of their circle, like the tail of a Q…

I think of art as coming from daily life, daily experience. I think it’s very important not to have it become work for some kind of elite circle.

The cat dwells within the circle of her own secret thoughts.