Sex is full of lies. The body tries to tell the truth. But, it's usually too battered with rules to be heard, and bound with pretenses so it can hardly move. We cripple ourselves with lies.

Drugs are a bet with your mind.

Actually I don't remember being born, it must have happened during one of my black outs.

If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.

There are things known and things unknown and in between are the doors.

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

I like any reaction I can get with my music. Just anything to get people to think. I mean if you can get a whole room full of drunk, stoned people to actually wake up and think, you're doing something.

I'm interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that appears to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom.

It's like gambling somehow. You go out for a night of drinking and you don't know where your going to end up the next day. It could work out good or it could be disastrous. It's like the throw of the dice.

Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself - and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is.

I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable.

I think in art, but especially in films, people are trying to confirm their own existences.

Film spectators are quiet vampires.

Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts.

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

Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.

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.

Where's your will to be weird?

I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments.

Each generation wants new symbols, new people, new names. They want to divorce themselves from their predecessors.

Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.

We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.

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 see myself as an intelligent, sensitive human, with the soul of a clown which forces me to blow it at the most important moments.

The appeal of cinema lies in the fear of death.

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... Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.

Music inflames temperament.

Whoever controls the media, controls the mind.

When you make your peace with authority, you become authority.

The time to hesitate is through.

Love cannot save you from your own fate.

Blake said that the body was the soul's prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the 'windows of the soul.' When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experence.

A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself.

Sex is full of lies. The body tries to tell the truth. But, it's usually too battered with rules to be heard, and bound with pretenses so it can hardly move. We cripple ourselves with lies.

The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.

This is the strangest life I've ever known.

Hatred is a very underestimated emotion.

Violence isn't always evil. What's evil is the infatuation with violence.

Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through any one that suits you.

The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are.

No one here gets out alive.

It's like gambling somehow. You go out for a night of drinking and you don't know where you're going to end up the next day. It could work out good or it could be disastrous. It's like the throw of the dice.

A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself and especially to feel or not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at any moment is fine with them. Thats what real love amounts to letting a person be what he really is.

Expose yourself to your deepest fear. After that fear has no power.

Expose yourself to your deepest fear after that fear has no power and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.

You feel your strength in the experience of pain.

Its like gambling somehow. You go out for a night of drinking and you dont know where your going to end up the next day. It could work out good or it could be disastrous. Its like the throw of the dice.

Its like gambling somehow. You go out for a night of drinking and you dont know where youre going to end up the next day. It could work out good or it could be disastrous. Its like the throw of the dice.

Drugs are a bet with the mind.