“The future is uncertain but the end is always near.”

We could plan a murder Or start a religion.

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.

I am troubled, immeasurably by your eyes. I am struck by the feather of your soft reply.

Tell them you came, and saw, and looked into my eyes and saw the shadow of the guard receding.

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…

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

Man, I’m sick of doubt.

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

We cripple ourselves with lies.

I’ve always thought comparisons were useless and ugly. It is a short cut to thinking.

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

Los Angeles is a city looking for a ritual to join its fragments, and The Doors are looking for such a ritual also.

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

Jealousy we understood and thought natural–a desire to have what somebody else had; but envy was a strange, new feeling for us.

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

What have they done to the earth? What have they done to our fair sister?

Since the human race’s natural end is to make steady cultural progress, its moral end is to be conceived as progressing toward the better. And this progress may well be occasionally interrupted, but it will never be broken off.

Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.

I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity. I want this adventure that is the context of my life to go on without end.

Why is it that when the story ends we begin to feel all of it?

The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.

Life is made of ever so many partings welded together.

I am extraordinarily patient provided I get my own way in the end.

The mind is an endless game. You should not play it all the time.