Jim Morrison Quotes - Page 4

A hero is someone who rebels or seems to rebel against the facts of existence and seems to conquer them. Obviously that can only work at moments. It can't be a lasting thing. That's not saying that people shouldn't keep trying to rebel against the facts of existence. Someday, who knows, we might conquer death, disease and war.

I wonder why people like to believe I'm high all the time. I guess . . . maybe they think someone else can take their trip for them.

The world we suggest is a new wild west. A sensuous evil world. Strange and haunting, the path of the sun.

I'm kind of hooked to the game of art and literature; my heroes are artists and writers.

We could plan a murder Or start a religion.

Actually I don't remember being born, it must have happened during one of my black outs.

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

The Night is young & full of rest I can’t describe the way she’s dress’d She’ll pander to some strange requests Anything that you suggest Anything to please her guest.

I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that seems to have no meaning.

Death Makes Angels of us all.

There's nothing wrong with being a large mammal.

We are content in the 'given' in sensation's quest. We have been metamorphosised from a mad body dancing on hillsides to a pair of eyes staring in the dark.

the time to hesitate is through no time to wallowin the mire Try now we can only lose and our love become a funeral pyre

Blood is the rose of mysterious union.

I offer images-I conjure memories of freedom that can still be reached-like the Doors, right? But we can only open the doors-we can't drag people through.

I am the Lizard King. I can do anything!

There are images I need to complete my own reality.

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.

The gate is straight, Deep and wide, Break on through to the other side...

I like any reaction I can get with my music. Just anything to get people to think.

The grand highway is crowded w/lovers & searchers & leavers so eager to please & forget. Wilderness.

No one thought up being. He who thinks he has, step forward.

Drugs are a bet with your mind.

Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.

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.