Jim Morrison Quotes

O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying We live, we die and death not ends it

There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirming like a toad.

I touched her thigh and death smiled

Few would defend a small view of Alchemy as "Mother of Chemistry", and confuse its true goal with those external metal arts. Alchemy is an erotic science, involved in buried aspects of reality, aimed at purifying and transforming all being and matter. Not to suggest that material operations are ever abandoned. The adept holds to both the mystical and physical work.

This is the strangest life I’ve ever known.

Indian, Indian what did you die for? Indian says, nothing at all.

Lying on stained wretched sheets with the bleeding virgin, we could plan a murder...or start a religion.

Do you know freedom exists in a school book
Did you know madmen are running our prisons Within a jail Within a gaol Within a white free protestant maelstrom We're perched headlong on the edge of boredom We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us.

I think, in these days, especially in the States, you have to be a politician or an assassin or something, to really be a superstar.

Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests

The Lords. Events take place beyond our knowledge or control. Our lives are lived for us. We can only try to enslave others. But gradually, special perceptions are being developed. The idea of the "Lords" is beginning to form in some minds. We should enlist them into bands of perceivers to tour the labyrinth during their mysterious nocturnal appearances. The Lords have secret entrances and they know disguises. But they give themselves away in minor ways. Too much glint of light in the eye. A wrong gesture. Too long and curious a glance.

People are strange when you're a stranger Faces look ugly when you're alone Women seem wicked when you're unwanted Streets are uneven when you're down.

You know the day destroys the night, Night divides the day, Tried to run — Tried to hide — Break on through to the other side!

It hurts to set you free, but you’ll never follow me.

Now listen to this... Ill tell you about texas radio and the big beat Soft driven, slow and mad Like some new language Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god Wandering, wandering in hopeless night Out here in the perimeter there are no stars... Out here we is stoned... Immaculate.