Where’s your will to be weird?
JIM MORRISONWhere’s your will to be weird?
JIM MORRISONThe gate is straight, Deep and wide, Break on through to the other side…
JIM MORRISONWe cripple ourselves with lies.
JIM MORRISONThat’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is.
JIM MORRISONWhere are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.
JIM MORRISONThey force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.
JIM MORRISONI like any reaction I can get with my music. Just anything to get people to think.
JIM MORRISONWe 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.
JIM MORRISONWhatever 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.
JIM MORRISONThe sound of glass speaks quick, disdain and conceals what your eyes fight to explain.
JIM MORRISONThe only solution is to confront them – confront yourself – with the greatest fear imaginable.
JIM MORRISONSometimes 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.
JIM MORRISONI think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just…in between.
JIM MORRISONSomeday, who knows, we might conquer death, disease and war.
JIM MORRISONYou get to love your pretense…It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act…
JIM MORRISONA hero is someone who rebels or seems to rebel against the facts of existence and seems to conquer them.
JIM MORRISON