I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown.

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.

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding/Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.

I think, in these days, especially in the States, you have to be a politician or an assassin or something, to really be a superstar.

All games contain the idea of death.

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

I'm kind of hooked to the game of art and literature; my heroes are artists and writers.