Give me songs to sing and emerald dreams to dream and I'll give you love unfolding.

Love cannot save you from your own fate.

The subject says: I see first many things which dance... then everything gradually becomes connected.

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.

The spectator is a dying animal.

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 pretense...It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act...

Whoever controls the media, controls the mind.