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 - and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you're trying to steal their most precious possession.

I am troubled, immeasurablyby your eyes. I am struck by the featherof your soft reply.The sound of glassspeaks quick, disdainand concealswhat your eyes fightto explain.

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.

No one here gets out alive.

I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just...in between.

This is the strangest life I have ever known.

The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on an individual level. It's got to happen inside first.

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??

Some of the worst mistakes in my life were haircuts

I've noticed that when people are joking they're usually dead serious, and when they're serious, they're usually pretty funny.

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

I'll never wake up in a good mood again.I'm tired of these stinky boots

We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us

There are things known and there are things unknownand in between are the doors.

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

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

Door of passage to the other side, the soul frees itself in stride.

The future is uncertain but the end is always near.

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

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

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

Love is a dream. Dreams are good, but do not be surprised if you wake up in tears.

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.

Through art they confuse us and blind us to our enslavement. Art adorns our prison walls, keeps us silent and diverted and indifferent.

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.

People are strange when you're a stranger.

You feel your strength in the experience of pain.

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.

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.

I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft...

The world we suggest is a new wild west. A sensuous evil world. Strange and haunting, the path of the sun…

Whoever controls the media, controls the mind

She dances in a ring of fire and throws off the challenge with a shrug.

She dances in a ring of fire and throws of the challenge with a shrug.

I'm gonna love you Till the heavens Stop the rain.I'm gonna Love you Till the stars Fall from the sky For you and I

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. That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is.

What have they done to the earth?What have they done to our fair sister?Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit herStuck her with knives in the side of the dawnAnd tied her with fences and dragged her down

Look where we worship.

Sleep is an under-ocean dipped into each night.

Do you know we are being led toSlaughters by placid admirals& that fat slow generals are gettingObscene on young bloodDo you know we are ruled by t.v.

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... City of Night?

Where's your will to be weird?

People are strange . . .

Drugs are a bet with your mind.

Let's swim to the moonLet's climb through the tideSurrender to the waiting worldsThat lap against our side.

O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives.

In the holy solipsism of the youngNow I can't walk thru a citystreet w/out eying eachsingle pedestrian. I feelthier vibe thru myskin, the hair on my neck--- it rises.

When you make your peace with authority you become authority.