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.
Drugs are a bet with your mind.
I think in art, but especially in films, people are trying to confirm their own existences.
Hatred is a very underestimated emotion.
I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable.
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.
This is the strangest life T've ever known.
Each generation wants new symbols, new people, new names. they want to divorce themselves from their predecessors.
Love cannot save you from your own fate.
Whoever controls the media, controls the mind.
There are things known and things unknown and in between are the doors.
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.
When you make your peace with authority, you become authority.
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.
We fear violence less than our own feelings. personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.
Violence isn't always evil. what's evil is the infatuation with violence.
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.
Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. you are free.
A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself.
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.
Actually I don't remember being born, it must have happened during one of my black outs.
We fear violence less than our own feelings. personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.
Love cannot save you from your own fate.