If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.
Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts.
What the people want, is they want a artist or a band to come along that’s just totally casting aside all the past and all the business associations. To give the impression ‘were doing this for a reason’ not because we are out here to make a lot of bread
I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just…in between. I want the freedom to try everything
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.
Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.
That’s what real love amounts to,letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending- performing. You get to love your pretence. It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act
If I had it, to do it all over again, I think I would have gone more for the quiet, undemonstrative, little artist plotting away in his own gardening
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.
Each generation wants new symbols, new people, new names. They want to divorce themselves from their predecessors
I drink so I can talk to assholes
Where’s your will to be weird?
Really it was a lifestyle that was on trial more than any specific incident.
I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown.
People are terrified to be set free – they hold on to their chains. They fight anyone who tries to break those chains. It’s their security…How can they expect me or anyone else to set them free if they don’t really want to be free?
There was a great renaissance of spirit and emotion and revolutionary sentiment. When things didn’t change overnight, I think people resented the fact that that we were still around doing good music.
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 see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps “Oh look at that!” Then- whoosh, and I’m gone…and they’ll never see anything like it ever again… and they won’t be able to forget me- ever.
A hero is someone who rebels or seems to rebel against the facts of existence and seems to conquer them.
Obviously that can only work at moments. It can’t be a lasting thing.
That’s not saying that people shouldn’t keep trying to rebel against the facts of existence. Who knows, someday we might conquer death
Whoever controls the media, controls the mind.
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.
As I understand it, paranoia’s defined as an irrational fear. But what if the paranoia is real?
I think in art, but especially in films, people are trying to confirm their own existences