Most people love you for who you pretend to be.
We want the world, and we want it now!
Each day is a drive through history.
Give form to the passing World. Freeways are a drama.
You cannot petition the Lord with prayer.
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.
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.
I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that seems to have no meaning.
There’s nothing wrong with being a large mammal.
Take an Indian home to lunch.
All our songs are about love, travel and death.
Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain.
The world becomes an apparently infinite, yet possibly finite, card game. Image combinations, permutations, comprise the world game.
There are images I need to complete my own reality.
I like any reaction I can get with my music. Just anything to get people to think.
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.
They got the guns, but we got the numbers.
I’m kind of hooked to the game of art and literature; my heroes are artists and writers.
How can I set free anyone who doesn’t have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom?
Windows work two ways, mirrors one way. You never walk through mirrors or swim through windows.