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

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.

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

People are strange when you’re a stranger.

Out here on the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned. Immaculate.

Let’s just say I was testing the bounds of reality. I was curious to see what would happen. That’s all it was curiosity.

Everybody insists that freedom is what they want the most, the most sacred and precious thing a man can possess. But that’s bullshit! People are terrified to be set free – they hold on to their chains.

Nobody would stay interested in me if I was normal

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

I am the Lizard King. I can do anything!

The lapse of ages changes all things – time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing about, around, and underneath man, except man himself.

The rigid cause themselves to be broken; the pliable cause themselves to be bound.

If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be.

Books are a hard-bound drug with no danger of an overdose. I am the happy victim of books.

The fate of nations is intimately bound up with their powers of reproduction. All nations and all empires first felt decadence gnawing at them when their birth rate fell off.

The only limits of power are the bounds of belief.

Remember the lessons of history – if we don’t learn from history, we’re bound to repeat it.

If one’s different, one’s bound to be lonely.