Cinema, heir of alchemy, last of an erotic science.

Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.

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

I pressed her thigh and death smiled

The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are...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.

Getting drunk . . . you're in complete control up to a point. It's your choice, every time you take a sip. You have a lot of small choices. It's like . . . I guess it's the difference between suicide and slow capitulation . . .

Los Angeles is a city looking for a ritual to join its fragments, and The Doors are looking for such a ritual also. A kind of electric wedding. We hide ourselves in the music to reveal ourselves.