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 MORRISONNo eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.
JIM MORRISONTwentieth-century culture’s disease is the inability to feel their reality.
JIM MORRISONThe 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.
JIM MORRISONThe world becomes an apparently infinite, yet possibly finite, card game. Image combinations, permutations, comprise the world game.
JIM MORRISONNobody would stay interested in me if I was normal
JIM MORRISONMost people love you for who you pretend to be.
JIM MORRISONPain 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.
JIM MORRISONThere 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.
JIM MORRISONIt may have been in pieces, but I gave you the best of me.
JIM MORRISONI think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just…in between.
JIM MORRISONI am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that seems to have no meaning.
JIM MORRISONYou cannot petition the lord with prayer!
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 MORRISONIs everybody in?… Is everybody in?… Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin…
JIM MORRISONWhen you make your peace with authority, you become authority.
JIM MORRISON