Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts.

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...

The world we suggest is a new wild west. A sensuous evil world. Strange and haunting, the path of the sun.

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.

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

I'll never wake up in a good mood again. I'm tired of these stinky boots

The future is uncertain but the end is always near.