“Let’s just say I was testing the bounds of reality…”

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.

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.

The beautiful vagabonds, endowed with every grace, masters of all climes, and knowing no bounds.

You are bound to want a player at some stage who is represented by this guy and you will have to try to work around the personality of the agent.

Put simply, the church finds itself in a post-Christendom era, and it had better do some serious reflection or face increasing decline and eventual irrelevance.

Paleontologists have tried to turn Archaeopteryx into an earth-bound, feathered dinosaur.

It was a community like any other, bound by ties deeper than most, and people here went to their deaths as people did anywhere: with great reluctance, dragging the messy jumble of their lives behind them.

If you see certainty in that which is uncertain, you are bound to suffer

People can’t be just tied together. They have to connect. Otherwise, they’ll find themselves bound hand and foot.

Friendship is that virtue by which spirits are bound by ties of love and sweetness and out of many are made one.