Indians scattered on dawn’s highway bleeding/Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind.
JIM MORRISONIndians scattered on dawn’s highway bleeding/Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind.
JIM MORRISONTake it easy baby, take it as it comes – specialize in having fun!
JIM MORRISONTo keep their love, you keep pretending – performing. You get to love your pretense…It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act – and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image
JIM MORRISONI 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.
JIM MORRISONWhere are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.
JIM MORRISONA friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself.
JIM MORRISONChoose the day and choose the sign of your day! The day’s divinity! First thing you see!!
JIM MORRISONThe sound of glass speaks quick, disdain and conceals what your eyes fight to explain.
JIM MORRISONYou have a lot of small choices. It’s like . . . I guess it’s the difference between suicide and slow capitulation . . .
JIM MORRISONBlood is the rose of mysterious union.
JIM MORRISONRather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.
JIM MORRISONGuileless and without vanity, we were still in love with ourselves then.
JIM MORRISONOut here on the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned. Immaculate.
JIM MORRISONExpose yourself to your deepest fear. After that, fear has no power, and fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.
JIM MORRISONEach generation wants new symbols, new people, new names. They want to divorce themselves from their predecessors.
JIM MORRISONA man searching for paradise lost can seem a fool to those who never sought the other world.
JIM MORRISON