“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.’”

How can I set free anyone who doesn’t have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom?

We felt comfortable in our skins, enjoyed the news that our senses released to us, admired our dirt, cultivated our scars, and could not comprehend this unworthiness.

There are subtle ways to punish a person for daring to feel. You see that everyone around you has destroyed his true feeling nature. You imitate what you see.

The only solution is to confront them – confront yourself – with the greatest fear imaginable.

A man searching for paradise lost can seem a fool to those who never sought the other world.

All our songs are about love, travel and death.

Love cannot save you from your own fate.

Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.

Most people love you for who you pretend to be….To keep their love, you keep pretending – performing.

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.

Blake sang his Songs of Innocence and Experience to parties of friends.