“Give me songs to sing and emerald dreams to dream and I’ll give you love unfolding.”

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.

I wonder why people like to believe I’m high all the time. I guess . . . maybe they think someone else can take their trip for them.

The future is uncertain but the end is always near.

I see myself as an intelligent, sensitive human, with the soul of a clown which forces me to blow it at the most important moments.

People are terrified to be set free – they hold on to their chains. They fight anyone who tries to break those chains. It’s their security..

That unknown was once very well known. It’s where our souls belong….

Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.

You get to love your pretense…It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act…