Quotes from Jim Morrison

What have they done to the earth? What have they done to our fair sister? Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn And tied her with fences and dragged her down

There's nothing wrong with being a large mammal.

I can make the earth stop in its tracks. I made the blue cars go away. I can make myself invisible or small. I can become gigantic & reach the farthest things. I can change the course of nature. I can place myself anywhere in space or time. I can summon the dead. I can perceive events on other worlds, in my deepest inner mind, & in the minds of others. I can I am

Once you make peace with authority you become an authority

Death Makes Angels of us all.

Give me songs to sing and emerald dreams to dream and I'll give you love unfolding.

O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives.

Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel.

There may be a time when we'll attend Weather Theatres to recall the sensation of rain.

The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade for a role, you give up your ability to feel and in exchange put up a mask

If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.

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

Let's swim to the moon Let's climb through the tide Surrender to the waiting worlds That lap against our side.

A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself - and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them.

I wouldn't mind dying in a plane crash. It'd be a good way to go. I don't want to die in my sleep, or of old age, or OD... I want to feel what it's like. I want to taste it, hear it, smell it. Death is only going to happen to you once; I don't want to miss it

Tell them you came, and saw, and looked into my eyes and saw the shadow of the guard receding. Thoughts in time and out of season, the hitchinker stood by the side of the road and levelled his thumb in the calm calculus of reason. [...] Why does my mind circle around you? Why do planets wonder what it would be like to be you? All your soft wild promises were words, birds, endlessly in flight.

I pressed her thigh and death smiled

Dans la vie,j`ai eu le choix entre l`amour,la drogue et la mort.J`ai choisi les deux premèires et c`est la troisième qui m`a choisi

Death makes Angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as Ravens claws

The subject says: I see first many things which dance... then everything gradually becomes connected.

Door of passage to the other side, the soul frees itself in stride.

No heavenly power will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.

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.

Or society places a supreme value on control -- hiding what you feel. Our culture mocks primitive cultures and prides itself on supression of natural instincts and impulses.