Blood Is The Rose Of Mysterious Union.

A Man Searching For Paradise Lost Can Seem A Fool To Those Who Never Sought The Other World.

Man, I'm Sick Of Doubt.

I Believe In A Long, Prolonged, Derangement Of The Senses In Order To Obtain The Unknown.

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.

I Like Any Reaction I Can Get With My Music. Just Anything To Get People To Think. I Mean If You Can Get A Whole Room Full Of Drunk, Stoned People To Actually Wake Up And Think, You're Doing Something.