We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us

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

Getting drunk . . . you're in complete control up to a point. It's your choice, every time you take a sip. You have a lot of small choices. It's like . . . I guess it's the difference between suicide and slow capitulation . . .

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

Film spectators are quiet vampires.

Cancel my subscription to the resurrection.

I see myself as an intelligent, sensitive human, with the soul of a clown which forces me to blow it at the most important moments.