I think people resist freedom because they're afraid of the unknown. But it's ironic....That unknown was once very well known. It's where our souls belong....The only solution is to confront them - confront yourself - with the greatest fear imaginable. Expose yourself to your deepest fear. After that, fear has no power, and fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.

I'll never wake up in a good mood again. I'm tired of these stinky boots

No one gets out of here alive.

The spectator is a dying animal.

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding/Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.

I want to have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames.

Is everybody in?... Is everybody in?... Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin... The program for this evening is not new. You've seen this entertainment through and through. You've seen your birth, your life and death. You might recall all the rest. Did you have a good world when you died? Enough to base a movie on?