“Getting drunk . . . you’re in complete control up to a point. It’s your choice, every time you take a sip.”

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.

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

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.

I’m a lapsed Buddhist like I’m a lapsed Catholic. I take it to a point.

There is a lot of social photography being done now to point to the untruth of photography. It’s getting very dull now.

If you see deficiencies in others, your duty is to forgive instead of pointing at it.

All known living bodies are sharply divided into two special kingdoms, based upon the essential differences which distinguish animals from plants, and in spite of what has been said, I am convinced that these two kingdoms do not really merge into one another at any point.

But I’m never gonna get to a point in my life where what it costs to shoot a movie is going to determine what it is.

A thought is an arrow shot at the truth; it can hit a point, but not cover the whole target. But the archer is too well satisfied with his success to ask anything farther.

We reached the point where weapons should go silent and ideas speak.

Warranties are only used once a year if at all. What point is there in carefully sorting and separating them when the odds that they will be needed are so low?