Film Spectators Are Quiet Vampires.

No Eternal Reward Will Forgive Us Now For Wasting The Dawn.

No One Here Gets Out Alive.

All Games Contain The Idea 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.

Keep Your Eyes On The Road, Your Hands Upon The Wheel.