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

Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.

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

I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that seems to have no meaning.

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

I think in art, but especially in films, people are trying to confirm their own existences.

In the beginning we were creating our music, ourselves, every night . . . starting with a few outlines, maybe a few words for a song. Sometimes we worked out in Venice, looking at the surf. We were together a lot and it was good times for all of us. Acid, sun, friends, the ocean, and poetry and music.