“I’m kind of hooked to the game of art and literature; my heroes are artists and writers.”

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit

Maybe primitive people have less bullshit to let go of, to give up.

Being drunk is a good disguise. I drink so I can talk to assholes. This includes me.

That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is.

I think that phrase is the most horrible phrase in the English language – ‘I don’t know.’ It’s terribly embarrassing.

Twentieth-century culture’s disease is the inability to feel their reality.

They grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are.

Give form to the passing World. Freeways are a drama.

A person has to be willing to give up everything—not just wealth. All the bullshit he’s been taught—all society’s brainwashing.

All the poems have wolves in them. All but one. The most beautiful one of all. She dances in a ring of fire and throws off the challenge with a shrug.

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.

Oh, I was completely hooked on movies and plays and theater from the time I was a day old; I was very, very early on in love with movies and I loved plays.

When I hooked up with them I was still going to Narcotics Anonymous. But they were never into drugs. If it weren’t for the band, I think I’d still be getting high.

If we hooked up, he could write me ballads and stuff. You gotta admit, nothing’s sexier than a guy who writes music.

You said everything I needed to hear. I’m hooked now. You have me. What are you going to do with me?