No one thought up being. He who thinks he has, step forward.
Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.
The world becomes an apparently infinite, yet possibly finite, card game. Image combinations, permutations, comprise the world game.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day! The day's divinity! First thing you see!!
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.
Man, I'm sick of doubt.
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel.
I think that phrase is the most horrible phrase in the English language - 'I don't know.' It's terribly embarrassing.
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.
[...] My wild words slip into fusion and risk losing the solid ground. So stranger, get wilder still. Probe the highlands.
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned. Immaculate.
Cinema, heir of alchemy, last of an erotic science.
We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us
No one gets out of here alive.
Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss
Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.
O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives.
You cannot petition the lord with prayer!
Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... City of Night?
The best songs just come unasked for. You don't have to think about them. Summer is a good time for songs.
All our songs are about love, travel and death.
All games contain the idea of death.
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