Quotes from Jim Morrison

I'll never wake up in a good mood again. I'm tired of these stinky boots

Love cannot save you from your own fate.

I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft...

Do you know we are being led to Slaughters by placid admirals & that fat slow generals are getting Obscene on young blood Do you know we are ruled by t.v.

Out here on the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned. Immaculate.

When others demand that we become the people they want us to be, they force us to destroy the person we really are. It's a subtle kind of murder ... the most loving parents and relatives commit this murder with smiles on their faces.

That's what real love amounts to- letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending- performing. You get to love your pretence. It's true, we're locked in an image, an act

Could any Hell be more horrible than now, and real?

We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.

Well, I've been down so Goddamn long, that it looks like up to me.

Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss

Each generation wants new symbols, new people, new names. They want to divorce themselves from their predecessors.

The Gate is Straight, Deep and Wide; Break On Through to the other side.

Cancel my subscription to the resurrection.

Between childhood, boyhood, adolescence and manhood (maturity) there should be sharp lines drawn with tests, deaths, feats, rites, stories, songs, and judgments.

Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws

Drugs are a bet with your mind." "It's like gambling, somehow. You go out for a night of drinking and you don't know where you're going to end up the next day. It could work out good, or it could be disastrous. It's like the throw of the dice.

Blake said that the body was the soul's prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the 'windows of the soul.' When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experience.

All our lives we sweat and save, Building for a shallow grave.

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

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.

Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin We could plan a murder Or start a religion.

Film spectators are quiet vampires.

Nobody would stay interested in me if I was normal