Man, I'm sick of doubt.
Guileless and without vanity, we were still in love with ourselves then. 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. Jealousy we understood and thought natural--a desire to have what somebody else had; but envy was a strange, new feeling for us.
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel.
What have they done to the earth? What have they done to our fair sister? 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
You live you die and death not ends it.
I like to let each thing happen - direct it a little consciously, maybe - but just kind of follow the vibrations I get in each particular circumstance. We don't plan theatrics. We hardly ever know which set we'll play.
Music inflames temperament.
The world becomes an apparently infinite, yet possibly finite, card game. Image combinations, permutations, comprise the world game.
[...] My wild words slip into fusion and risk losing the solid ground. So stranger, get wilder still. Probe the highlands.
I think that phrase is the most horrible phrase in the English language - 'I don't know.' It's terribly embarrassing.
I think, in these days, especially in the States, you have to be a politician or an assassin or something, to really be a superstar.
We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us
Cinema, heir of alchemy, last of an erotic science.
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.
Cinema returns us to anima, religion of matter, which gives each thing its special divinity and sees gods in all things and beings. Cinema, heir of alchemy, last of an erotic science.
Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned. Immaculate.
Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss
You cannot petition the lord with prayer!
All our songs are about love, travel and death.
All games contain the idea of death.
The best songs just come unasked for. You don't have to think about them. Summer is a good time for songs.
O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives.
My great joy is to give form to reality. Music is a great release, a great enjoyment to me. Eventually I'd like to write something of great importance. That's my ambition - to write something worthwhile.
No one gets out of here alive.
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