Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.
Where's your will to be weird?
The future is uncertain but the end is always near.
It may have been in pieces, but I gave you the best of me.
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.
A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself.
You feel your strength in the experience of pain.
No one here gets out alive.
There are things known and there are things unknown and in between are the doors.
Whoever controls the media, controls the mind
Some of the worst mistakes in my life were haircuts
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.
I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable.
People are strange . . .
I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just...in between.
Time to live, time to lie, time to laugh, and time to die. Take it easy baby. Take it as it comes.
I've noticed that when people are joking they're usually dead serious, and when they're serious, they're usually pretty funny.
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders round as ravens claws.
Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.
There are no laws, there are no rules, just grab your friend and love him.
I am troubled, immeasurably by your eyes. I am struck by the feather of your soft reply. The sound of glass speaks quick, disdain and conceals what your eyes fight to explain.
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.
Drugs are a bet with your mind.
Actually I don't remember being born, it must have happened during one of my black outs.
We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us
Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... City of Night?
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
Man, I'm sick of doubt.
I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown.
I'll never wake up in a good mood again. I'm tired of these stinky boots
Love cannot save you from your own fate.
I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft...
This is the strangest life I have ever known.
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned. Immaculate.
Could any Hell be more horrible than now, and real?
Do you know we are being led to Slaughters by placid admirals & that fat slow generals are getting Obscene on young blood Do you know we are ruled by t.v.
Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss
Well, I've been down so Goddamn long, that it looks like up to me.
People are strange when you're a stranger.
We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.
The Gate is Straight, Deep and Wide; Break On Through to the other side.
Each generation wants new symbols, new people, new names. They want to divorce themselves from their predecessors.
You live you die and death not ends it.
Between childhood, boyhood, adolescence and manhood (maturity) there should be sharp lines drawn with tests, deaths, feats, rites, stories, songs, and judgments.
Cancel my subscription to the resurrection.
A man searching for paradise lost can seem a fool to those who never sought the other world.
All our lives we sweat and save, Building for a shallow grave.
The Night is young & full of rest I can’t describe the way she’s dress’d She’ll pander to some strange requests Anything that you suggest Anything to please her guest.
Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin We could plan a murder Or start a religion.
The world we suggest is a new wild west. A sensuous evil world. Strange and haunting, the path of the sun…
Film spectators are quiet vampires.
There's nothing wrong with being a large mammal.
Death Makes Angels of us all.
Once you make peace with authority you become an authority
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel.
The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade for a role, you give up your ability to feel and in exchange put up a mask
Nobody would stay interested in me if I was normal
There may be a time when we'll attend Weather Theatres to recall the sensation of rain.
No one thought up being. He who thinks he has, step forward.
Give me songs to sing and emerald dreams to dream and I'll give you love unfolding.
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.
I pressed her thigh and death smiled
If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.
O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives.
Nobody understands you better than yourself, but if someone tries to do it is because he loves you.
The subject says: I see first many things which dance... then everything gradually becomes connected.
I am the Lizard King, I can do anything!
Or society places a supreme value on control -- hiding what you feel. Our culture mocks "primitive cultures" and prides itself on supression of natural instincts and impulses.
No heavenly power will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.
I offer images-I conjure memories of freedom that can still be reached-like the Doors, right? But we can only open the doors-we can't drag people through.
In the holy solipsism of the young Now I can't walk thru a city street w/out eying each single pedestrian. I feel thier vibe thru my skin, the hair on my neck --- it rises.
Door of passage to the other side, the soul frees itself in stride.
This is the strangest life I've ever known
Our culture mocks "primitive cultures" and prides itself on suppression of natural instincts and impulses.
[...] My wild words slip into fusion and risk losing the solid ground. So stranger, get wilder still. Probe the highlands.
The time you wait subtracts the joy The heads the angel you destroy
The time to hesitate is through no time to wallowin the mire Try now we can only lose and our love become a funeral pyre
Death makes Angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as Ravens claws
92. "I found and island in your arms and country in your eyes.
The media controls the mind.
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...
It's so eternal. As long as there are people, they can remember words and combinations of words. Nothing else can survive a holocaust, but poetry and songs.
Sleep is an under-ocean dipped into each night.
Cineama, heir of alchemy, The last erotic science
Five to one, baby One in five No one here gets out alive
The grand highway is crowded with lovers and searchers and leavers so eager to please, and to forget. Wilderness
I am troubled, immeasurably by your eyes.
Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power.
The human race was dying out Noone left to scream n shout People living on the moon Smog will get you pretty soon Ship of Fools
One shouldn't take life so seriously. No one gets out alive anyway.
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.
We are content with the 'given' in sensation's quest. We have been metamorphosised from a mad body dancing on hillsides to a pair of eyes staring in the dark.
There are things known and things unknown and in between are the doors.
Through art they confuse us and blind us to our enslavement. Art adorns our prison walls, keeps us silent and diverted and indifferent.
It is wrong to assume that art needs the spectator in order to be. The film runs on without any eyes. The spectator cannot exist without it. It insures his existence.
All our lives we sweat and save Building for a shallow grave Must be something else we say Somehow to defend this place Everything must be this way.
I'"ll never look into your eyes again
We came from over here, to over there Then told we wonder mindless to degree most seldom furls in slumber, burns begins a century.