“Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself – and especially to feel. Or, not feel.”

Time to live, time to lie, time to laugh, and time to die. Take it easy baby. Take it as it comes.

People are strange when you’re a stranger.

Out here on the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned. Immaculate.

Let’s just say I was testing the bounds of reality. I was curious to see what would happen. That’s all it was curiosity.

Everybody insists that freedom is what they want the most, the most sacred and precious thing a man can possess. But that’s bullshit! People are terrified to be set free – they hold on to their chains.

Nobody would stay interested in me if I was normal

I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown.

I am the Lizard King. I can do anything!

In the beginning we were creating our music, ourselves, every night . . . starting with a few outlines, maybe a few words for a song.

A moving or movement away from a station A waving away from a waving a motion Amazement a moment amazing a waving

There may be a time when we’ll attend Weather Theaters to recall the sensation of rain.

Blake said that the body was the soul’s prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the ‘windows of the soul.’

To keep their love, you keep pretending – performing. You get to love your pretense…It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act – and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image

The time to hesitate is through no time to wallowin the mire Try now we can only lose and our love become a funeral pyre

We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.

All games contain the idea of death.

The master held up a glass and said: Someone gave me this glass; It holds my water admirably and it glistens in the sunlight.

Certainly the details of our life are unique. Spending time thinking of how I am different from someone else, however, does not tend to be very productive.

If it’s putting on a great dance record and rocking out in your apartment, do it. If kissing someone for 10 minutes makes you feel confident, do it.

Paintings can be painted with the left hand, the right hand, someone else’s hand, or many people’s hands. The scale of production is irrelevant to its content.

In this ordinary life without Ren, I think my life with him was like a dream. Especially on a snowy night like this. On a night as cold as this. Someone keep this guy warm for me, please.

I might make a specific choice for myself and then in the next episode the writers might write something that contradicts it.

I feel the same way about all my friends. To me, the exact relationship between me and someone else doesn’t matter much. But people want to label everything… So I guess I seem indifferent in that way.

Someone who won’t constantly mind about my childish needs but who, the day after the quarrel, for example would offer me a flower accompanied by a sweet note That’s kind of guy I need.