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Birds Born In Cages Think That Flying Is A Disease.

And I Imagine... With Great Pleasure... All The Horrible Stirrings Of The Nonmanifested To Bring Forth The Scream Which Creates The Universe. Maybe One Day I'll See You Trembling, And You'll Go Into Convulsion And Grow Larger And Smaller Until Your Mouth Opens And The World Will Come From Your Mouth, Escaping Through The Window Like A River, And It Will Flood The City. And Then We'll Begin To Live.

You Can't Have A Masterpiece Without Madness.

The Mole Is An Animal That Digs Passages Searching For The Sun. Sometimes He Reaches The Surface. When He Looks At The Sun He Goes Blind.

I Ask Of Cinema What Most North Americans Ask Of Psychedelic Drugs.