There are things known and things unknown and in between are The Doors.

I wouldn't mind dying in a plane crash. It'd be a good way to go. I don't want to die in my sleep, or of old age, or OD... I want to feel what it's like. I want to taste it, hear it, smell it. Death is only going to happen to you once; I don't want to miss it

Windows work two ways, mirrors one way. You never walk through mirrors or swim through windows.

The appeal of cinema lies in the fear of death.

Tell them you came, and saw, and looked into my eyes and saw the shadow of the guard receding. Thoughts in time and out of season, the hitchinker stood by the side of the road and levelled his thumb in the calm calculus of reason. [...] Why does my mind circle around you? Why do planets wonder what it would be like to be you? All your soft wild promises were words, birds, endlessly in flight.

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

The world becomes an apparently infinite, yet possibly finite, card game. Image combinations, permutations, comprise the world game.