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.
JIM MORRISONThere are no laws, there are no rules, just grab your friend and love him.
More Jim Morrison Quotes
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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.
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Take it easy baby, take it as it comes – specialize in having fun!
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Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.
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I’ve always thought comparisons were useless and ugly. It is a short cut to thinking.
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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?
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A hero is someone who rebels or seems to rebel against the facts of existence and seems to conquer them.
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A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself.
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Time to live, time to lie, time to laugh, and time to die. Take it easy baby. Take it as it comes.
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All games contain the idea of death.
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Obviously that can only work at moments. It can’t be a lasting thing.
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Tell them you came, and saw, and looked into my eyes and saw the shadow of the guard receding.
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The program for this evening is not new. You’ve seen this entertainment through and through.
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And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it – they feel like you’re trying to steal their most precious possession.
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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
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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.
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