The appeal of cinema lies in the fear of death.
It may have been in pieces, but I gave you the best of me.
Cinema returns us to anima, religion of matter, which gives each thing its special divinity and sees gods in all things and beings. Cinema, heir of alchemy, last of an erotic science.
When you make your peace with authority, you become authority.
Give me songs to sing and emerald dreams to dream and I'll give you love unfolding.
We are content in the 'given' in sensation's quest. We have been metamorphosised from a mad body dancing on hillsides to a pair of eyes staring in the dark.