Some Of The Worst Mistakes Of My

Los Angeles Is A City Looking For A Ritual To Join Its Fragments, And The Doors Are Looking For Such A Ritual Also. A Kind Of Electric Wedding. We Hide Ourselves In The Music To Reveal Ourselves.

This Is The Strangest Life I've Ever Known.

We Fear Violence Less Than Our Own Feelings. Personal, Private, Solitary Pain Is More Terrifying Than What Anyone Else Can Inflict.

The World We Suggest Is A New Wild West. A Sensuous Evil World. Strange And Haunting, The Path Of The Sun.

Guileless And Without Vanity, We Were Still In Love With Ourselves Then. We Felt Comfortable In Our Skins, Enjoyed The News That Our Senses Released To Us, Admired Our Dirt, Cultivated Our Scars, And Could Not Comprehend This Unworthiness. Jealousy We Understood And Thought Natural--a Desire To Have What Somebody Else Had; But Envy Was A Strange, New Feeling For Us.