Cinema returns us to anima, religion of matter, which gives each thing its special divinity and sees gods in all things and beings. Cinema, heir of alchemy, last of an erotic science.

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

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

All our songs are about love, travel and death.

I pressed her thigh and death smiled

Death Makes Angels of us all.

The time you wait subtracts the joy The heads the angel you destroy