“I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown.”

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.

The bipartisan approach filtered up through my typewriter. I used to say, “Mad takes on both sides.”

We will not let terrorists change our way of life; we will not live in fear; and we will not undermine the civil liberties that characterize our Democracy.

Guess what, I might be the first hippie pinup girl.

The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask.

Drugs are a bet with your mind.

I’m tired of all these hippie jack-offs

Hippies believe the world could be a better place. Beatniks believe things aren’t going to get better and say the hell with it, stay stoned and have a good time.

Time to live, time to lie, time to laugh, and time to die. Take it easy baby. Take it as it comes.