“Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous”

Music inflames temperament.

There are no laws, there are no rules, just grab your friend and love him.

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?

No one here gets out alive.

Cinema returns us to anima, religion of matter, which gives each thing its special divinity and sees gods in all things and beings.

I think people resist freedom because they’re afraid of the unknown. But it’s ironic.

I like to let each thing happen – direct it a little consciously, maybe – but just kind of follow the vibrations I get in each particular circumstance.

Whatever 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.

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

The sound of glass speaks quick, disdain and conceals what your eyes fight to explain.

Some people surrender their freedom willingly but others are forced to surrender it. Imprisonment begins with birth.

You have a lot of small choices. It’s like . . . I guess it’s the difference between suicide and slow capitulation . . .

Actually I don’t remember being born, it must have happened during one of my black outs.

I like any reaction I can get with my music.

Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself – and especially to feel. Or, not feel.

I 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.

The most dangerous food is wedding cake.

I learned early about the misery and dangers of life, and about the afterlife, about the external punishment which awaited the children of sin in Hell.

Almost no germ is unconditionally dangerous to man; its disease-producing ability depends upon the body’s resistance.

Only the paths that lead to nowhere, merely the storms that are violent, purely the dangerous forests make man a real man!

It is dangerous to take human freedom for granted, to regard it as a prerogative rather than as an obligation, as an ultimate fact rather than as an ultimate goal.

Do you suppose there is any living man so unreasonable that if he found himself stricken with a dangerous ailment he would not anxiously desire to regain the blessing of health?

Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.

All delays are dangerous in war.