Trapped. Sinking. Can't be myself. Made into what other people expect. Is that everyone's fate? Were the great individualists the products of their friends who wanted a great individualist as a friend?

By means of our myths and legends we maintain a sense of what we are worth and who we are. Without them we should undoubtedly go mad.

What happened to fantasy for me is what also happened to rock and roll. It found a common denominator for making maximum money. As a result, it lost its tensions, its anger, its edginess and turned into one big cup of cocoa.

Heroes betray us. By having them, in real life, we betray ourselves.

Here, I thought, I had found the human race in its final stages of decadence perverse, insouciant, without ambition. And I could not blame them. After all, they had no future.

It is only about things which concern us most profoundly that we lie clearly and with profound conviction.

I know not which I prefer the look of—those who attack us or that which defends us!