“Violence isn’t always evil. What’s evil is the infatuation with violence.”

Each day is a drive through history.

Music inflames temperament.

There are no laws, there are no rules, just grab your friend and love him.

They fight anyone who tries to break those chains. It’s their security How can they expect me or anyone else to set them free if they don’t really want to be free?

No one here gets out alive.

Cinema returns us to anima, religion of matter, which gives each thing its special divinity and sees gods in all things and beings.

I think people resist freedom because they’re afraid of the unknown. But it’s ironic.

I like to let each thing happen – direct it a little consciously, maybe – but just kind of follow the vibrations I get in each particular circumstance.

Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is.

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

The sound of glass speaks quick, disdain and conceals what your eyes fight to explain.

Some people surrender their freedom willingly but others are forced to surrender it. Imprisonment begins with birth.

You have a lot of small choices. It’s like . . . I guess it’s the difference between suicide and slow capitulation . . .

Actually I don’t remember being born, it must have happened during one of my black outs.

I like any reaction I can get with my music.

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.

Young men of this class never do anything for themselves that they can get other people to do for them, and it is the infatuation, the devotion, the superstition of others that keeps them going. These others in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred are women.

I don’t know if love exists, not the kind that keeps.

I think love’s an infatuation that turns into a habit, because you can’t keep that passion going. You get used to people, and that’s death for me – I like to be surprised.

The thing is, when love is real, whether it’s ebbing or flowing, it’s always there, it never goes away. And that’s the only proof you can have that it is real, and not just a crush or an infatuation or a passing fancy