Love cannot save you from your own fate.

The appeal of cinema lies in the fear of death.

All games contain the idea of death.

I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos-especially activity that seems to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom... Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.

[...] My wild words slip into fusion and risk losing the solid ground. So stranger, get wilder still. Probe the highlands.

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

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... City of Night?