Love is a dream. Dreams are good, but do not be surprised if you wake up in tears.
One shouldn't take life so seriously. No one gets out alive anyway.
Do you think you'll be the guy to make the queen of the angels sigh?
The subject says: I see first many things which dance... then everything gradually becomes connected.
I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable.
Objects as they exist in time the clean eye and camera give us. Not falsified by seeing.
There may be a time when we'll attend Weather Theatres to recall the sensation of rain.
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.
The Gate is Straight, Deep and Wide; Break On Through to the other side.
Let's just say I was testing the bounds of reality. I was curious to see what would happen. That's all it was: just curiosity.
Violence isn't always evil. What's evil is the infatuation with violence.
Between childhood, boyhood, adolescence and manhood (maturity) there should be sharp lines drawn with tests, deaths, feats, rites, stories, songs, and judgments.
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.
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.
Death makes Angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as Ravens claws.
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.
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...
Is everybody in? Is everybody in? Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin. The entertainment for this evening is not new, you've seen this entertainment through and through you have seen your birth, your life, your death....you may recall all the rest. Did you have a good world when you died? -enough to base a movie on??
Each generation wants new symbols, new people, new names. They want to divorce themselves from their predecessors.
I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft...
Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... City of Night?
Urge to come to terms with the "Outside," by absorbing, interiorizing it. I won't come out, you must come in to me. Into my womb-garden where I peer out. Where I can construct a universe within the skull, to rival the real.
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.
I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just...in between.
Door of passage to the other side, the soul frees itself in stride.
Well that's New York for ya. The only people who rush the stage are guys.
People fear death even more than they fear pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over.
A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself.
Dreams are at once fruit and outcry against an atrophy of the senses..
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.
There are no laws, there are no rules, just grab your friend and love him.
I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown.
A man searching for paradise lost can seem a fool to those who never sought the other world.