Music inflames temperament.

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

We have assembled inside this ancient / and insane theatre / To propagate our lust for life / and flee the swarming wisdom / of the streets

That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is.

Film spectators are quiet vampires.

I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable.

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.