You live you die and death not ends it.
Let’s just say I was testing the bounds of reality…
That’s not saying that people shouldn’t keep trying to rebel against the facts of existence.
People fear death even more than pain. It’s strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend.
The world becomes an apparently infinite, yet possibly finite, card game. Image combinations, permutations, comprise the world game.
Someday, who knows, we might conquer death, disease and war.
We don’t plan theatrics. We hardly ever know which set we’ll play.
There’s the know. And there’s the unknown. And what separates the two is the door, and that’s what i wanta be. Ahh wanna be th’ dooooooooorrr…
We’re reaching for death on the end of a candle We’re trying for something that’s already found us
Why does my mind circle around you? Why do planets wonder what it would be like to be you?
All your soft wild promises were words, birds, endlessly in flight.
Sometimes we worked out in Venice, looking at the surf. We were together a lot and it was good times for all of us. Acid, sun, friends, the ocean, and poetry and music.
There’s nothing wrong with being a large mammal.
When you make your peace with authority, you become authority.
Is everybody in?… Is everybody in?… Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin…
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.
I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that seems to have no meaning.
I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable.
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.
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