I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that seems to have no meaning.

Whoever controls the media, controls the mind.

Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws

Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts.

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

How can I set free anyone who doesn't have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom?

I offer images-I conjure memories of freedom that can still be reached-like the Doors, right? But we can only open the doors-we can't drag people through.