Jim Morrison quotes:

Friends can help each other. 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. That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is.

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

Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.

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

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 experence.

I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments.

The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.

Sex is full of lies. The body tries to tell the truth. But, it's usually too battered with rules to be heard, and bound with pretenses so it can hardly move. We cripple ourselves with lies.

Whoever controls the media, controls the mind.

A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself.

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

The appeal of cinema lies in the fear of death.

People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend.

Where's your will to be weird?

I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable.

It's like gambling somehow. You go out for a night of drinking and you don't know where your 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.

I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos-especially activity that seems to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom... Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.

There are things known and things unknown and in between are the doors.

I see myself as an intelligent, sensitive human, with the soul of a clown which forces me to blow it at the most important moments.

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding/Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.

Drugs are a bet with your mind.

I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps "Oh look at that!" Then- whoosh, and I'm gone...and they'll never see anything like it ever again... and they won't be able to forget me- ever.

I think in art, but especially in films, people are trying to confirm their own existences.

I'm interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that appears to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom.

In the holy solipsism of the young Now I can't walk thru a city street w/out eying each single pedestrian. I feel thier vibe thru my skin, the hair on my neck --- it rises.

I think people resist freedom because they're afraid of the unknown. But it's ironic....That unknown was once very well known. It's where our souls belong....The only solution is to confront them - confront yourself - with the greatest fear imaginable. Expose yourself to your deepest fear. After that, fear has no power, and fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free....

It may have been in pieces, but I gave you the best of me.

Getting drunk . . . you're in complete control up to a point. It's your choice, every time you take a sip. You have a lot of small choices. It's like . . . I guess it's the difference between suicide and slow capitulation . . .

Being drunk is a good disguise. I drink so I can talk to assholes. This includes me.

I can make the earth stop inits tracks. I made theblue cars go away.I can make myself invisible or small.I can become gigantic & reach thefarthest things. I can changethe course of nature.I can place myself anywhere inspace 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 canI am

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

Film spectators are quiet vampires.

Is everybody in? Is everybody in? Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin. The entertainment for this evening is not new, you've seen this entertainment through and through you have seen your birth, your life, your death....you may recall all the rest. Did you have a good world when you died? -enough to base a movie on??

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

Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts.

Violence isn't always evil. What's evil is the infatuation with violence.

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

I am the Lizard King, I can do anything!

I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just...in between.

Twentieth-century culture's disease is the inability to feel their reality. People cluster to TV, soap operas, movies, theater, pop idols and they have wild emotion over symbols. But in the reality of their own lives, they're emotionally dead.

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

A man searching for paradise lost can seem a fool to those who never sought the other world.

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

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

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.

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

Cinema is most totalitarian of the arts. All energy and sensation is sucked up into the skull, a cerebral erection, skull bloated with blood. Caligula wished a single neck for all his subjects that he could behead a kingdom with one blow. Cinema is this transfoming agent. The body exists for the sake of the eyes it becomes a dry stalk to support these two soft insatiable jewels

A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself-and especially to feel, or not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at any moment is fine with them. That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is.

The future is uncertain but the end is always near.

This is the strangest life I have ever known.

Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through any one that suits you.

This is the strangest life I've ever known.

You feel your strength in the experience of pain.

Some of the worst mistakes in my life were haircuts

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

I am troubled, immeasurablyby your eyes. I am struck by the featherof your soft reply.The sound of glassspeaks quick, disdainand concealswhat your eyes fightto explain.

People are strange when you're a stranger.

the human race was dying out Noone left to scream n shout People living on the moon Smog will get you pretty soon Ship of Fools

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.

People are strange . . .

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

Time to live, time to lie, time to laugh, and time to die. Take it easy baby. Take it as it comes.

Take it easy baby, take it as it comes - specialize in having fun!

Music inflames temperament.

I like to let each thing happen - direct it a little consciously, maybe - but just kind of follow the vibrations I get in each particular circumstance. We don't plan theatrics. We hardly ever know which set we'll play.

Some people surrender their freedom willingly but others are forced to surrender it. Imprisonment begins with birth. Society, parents they refuse to allow you to keep the freedom you were born with. There are subtle ways to punish a person for daring to feel. You see that everyone around you has destroyed his true feeling nature. You imitate what you see.

Hatred is a very underestimated emotion.

She needed Cholly's sins desperately. The lower he sank, the wilder and more irresponsible he became, the more splendid she and her task became. In the name of Jesus.

I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown.

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

When you make your peace with authority, you become authority.

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 - and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you're trying to steal their most precious possession.

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they are afraid to feel. Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide pain but they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it.

Lets just say I was testing the bounds of reality.

Nobody would stay interested in me if I was normal

Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain.

We hide ourselves in our music to reveal ourselves

People are terrified to be set free - they hold on to their chains. They fight anyone who tries to break those chains. It's their security... How can they expect me or anyone else to set them free if they don't really want to be free?

I've noticed that when people are joking they're usually dead serious, and when they're serious, they're usually pretty funny.

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

Love cannot save you from your own fate.

Death Makes Angels of us all.

We could plan a murder, or start a religion...

No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.

How can I set free anyone who doesn't have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom? I think it's a lie - people claim they want to be free - everybody insists that freedom is what they want the most, the most sacred and precious thing a man can possess. But that's bullshit! People are terrified to be set free - they hold on to their chains. They fight anyone who tries to break those chains. It's their securityHow can they expect me or anyone else to set them free if they don't really want to be free?

All the poems have wolves in them. All but one. The most beautiful one of all. She dances in a ring of fire and throws off the challenge with a shrug.

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.

Do you know the warm progress under the stars? Do you know we exist? Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom? Have you been born yet & are you alive?

I want to have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames.

There's nothing wrong with being a large mammal.

When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experience.

I pressed her thigh and death smiled

I think that phrase is the most horrible phrase in the English language - 'I don't know.' It's terribly embarrassing.

There's the know. And there's the unknown. And what separates the two is the door, and that's what i wanta be. Ahh wanna be th' dooooooooorrr...

Cineama, heir of alchemy, The last erotic science

Blood is the rose of mysterious union.

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

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

A moving or movement away from a station A waving away from a waving a motion Amazement a moment amazing a waving

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.

There are no laws, there are no rules, just grab your friend and love him.

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

The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are...There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on an individual level. It's got to happen inside first.

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

The best songs come unasked for. You don't have to think about them . . . Summer is good for songs. When it's real warm, if you have a sense of freedom, not a lot on your mind, and a feeling there's plenty of time, it just seems to be a good climate for music.

Windows work two ways, mirrors one way. You never walk through mirrors or swim through windows.

[...] My wild words slip into fusion and risk losing the solid ground. So stranger, get wilder still. Probe the highlands.

Morning found us unaware, noon burn gold into our hair, at night we swim the laughin sea, where will we be?

Each day is a drive through history.

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

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

Choose the day and choose the sign of your day! The day's divinity! First thing you see!!

Take an Indian home to lunch.

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

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

You live you die and death not ends it.

I think, in these days, especially in the States, you have to be a politician or an assassin or something, to really be a superstar.

That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is.

We have assembled inside this ancient / and insane theatre / To propagate our lust for life / and flee the swarming wisdom / of the streets