“We’re reaching for death on the end of a candle We’re trying for something that’s already found us”

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?

Indians scattered on dawn’s highway bleeding/Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind.

This is the strangest life I’ve ever known.

The best songs just come unasked for. You don’t have to think about them. Summer is a good time for songs.

Pain 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.

There are things known and things unknown and in between are The Doors.

Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts.

If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.

Listen, real poetry doesn’t say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.

Getting drunk . . . you’re in complete control up to a point. It’s your choice, every time you take a sip.

When was the last time you spent a quiet moment just doing nothing – just sitting and looking at the sea, or watching the wind blowing the tree limbs, or waves rippling on a pond, a flickering candle or children playing in the park?

Your workouts are important meetings you scheduled with yourself. Bosses don’t cancel.

Cancel my subscription to the resurrection.

If you’re feeling stressed or anxious and you don’t know why, ask yourself: What little thing led me here? Recently, I canceled on a friend because I was tired. I went to bed feeling stressed out, and I realized, I feel bad because I canceled.

I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive. Forgiveness ought to be like a cancelled note – torn in two, and burned up, so that it never can be shown against one.

Plays close, movies wrap and TV series eventually get cancelled, and we were cancelled in three season.

Time does not cancel anything, time fixes and distorts.