“Is everybody in?… Is everybody in?… Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin…”

I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that seems to have no meaning.

All our lives we sweat and save, Building for a shallow grave.

You’ve seen your birth, your life and death. You might recall all the rest. Did you have a good world when you died? Enough to base a movie on?

I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos-especially activity that seems to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom…

Whoever controls the media, controls the mind.

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.

A wild howling began, which seemed to come from all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of the night.

Then they begin to see through their language that the problems described there are the same as the problems they are having. They can identify with characters from another language group.

This was due to a kind of increased existential awareness that resulted from this confrontation with the death of another. And I think it brought them in touch with their own death, so they began to experience a kind of preciousness to life that comes with an experience of its transiency.

And it was about then, about that time, that I began to find life unsatisfactory as an explanation of itself and was forced to adopt the method of the artist of not explaining but putting the blocks together in some other way that seems more significant to him. Which is a rather fancy way of saying I started writing.

It’s all now you see: tomorrow began yesterday and yesterday won’t be over until tomorrow.

When it started out, it was an awful lot of fun. Of course, the paying customers got shafted every now and then, and after a while we began to take their complaints seriously.

And if they begin with this mistaken belief about their position in Western society, all their church planting.

Whether you like it or not, Paris is the beating heart of Western civilisation. It’s where it all began and ended.