Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws. Votes: 16
Where's your will to be weird? Votes: 14
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding/Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind. Votes: 11
Drugs are a bet with your mind. Votes: 9
I think in art, but especially in films, people are trying to confirm their own existences. Votes: 8
Film spectators are quiet vampires. Votes: 0
The grand highway is crowded w/lovers & searchers & leavers so eager to please & forget. Wilderness. Votes: 0
I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just...in between. Votes: 0
A man searching for paradise lost can seem a fool to those who never sought the other world. Votes: 0
People are strange . . . Votes: 0
Time to live, time to lie, time to laugh, and time to die. Take it easy baby. Take it as it comes. Votes: 0
Music inflames temperament. Votes: 0
Death Makes Angels of us all. Votes: 0
I pressed her thigh and death smiled Votes: 0
Windows work two ways, mirrors one way. You never walk through mirrors or swim through windows. Votes: 0
Each day is a drive through history. Votes: 0
Take an Indian home to lunch. Votes: 0
How can I set free anyone who doesn't have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom? Votes: 0
Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... City of Night? Votes: 0
No one gets out of here alive. Votes: 0
Do you know we are ruled by t.v.? Votes: 0
The spectator is a dying animal. Votes: 0
Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin We could plan a murder Or start a religion. Votes: 0
No one here gets out alive. Votes: 0
The time to hesitate is through. Votes: 0
Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.... Votes: 0
We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us Votes: 0
All games contain the idea of death. Votes: 0
Man, I'm sick of doubt. Votes: 0