In The Holy Solipsism Of The Young

When You Make Your Peace With Authority, You Become Authority.

Do You Know The Warm Progress Under The Stars? Do You Know We Exist? Have You Forgotten The Keys To The Kingdom? Have You Been Born Yet & Are You Alive?

The Appeal Of Cinema Lies In The Fear Of Death.

In The Beginning We Were Creating Our Music, Ourselves, Every Night . . . Starting With A Few Outlines, Maybe A Few Words For A Song. Sometimes We Worked Out In Venice, Looking At The Surf. We Were Together A Lot And It Was Good Times For All Of Us. Acid, Sun, Friends, The Ocean, And Poetry And Music.

I See Myself As A Huge Fiery Comet, A Shooting Star. Everyone Stops, Points Up And Gasps "oh Look At That!" Then - Whoosh, And I'm Gone... And They'll Never See Anything Like It Ever Again... And They Won't Be Able To Forget Me - Ever.