Jim Morrison Quotes

Do you know the warm progress under the stars? Do you know we exist? Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom? Have you been born yet & are you alive?

The world becomes an apparently infinite, yet possibly finite, card game. Image combinations, permutations, comprise the world game.

I touched her thigh and death smiled

Cool pools from a tired land sink now in the peace of evening Clouds weaken and die. The sun, an orange skull, whispers quietly, becomes an island, & is gone. There they are watching us everything will be dark. The light changed. We were aware knee-deep in the fluttering air as the ships move on trains in their wake.

I'm sick of dour faces Staring at me from the T.V. Tower. I want roses in my garden bower; dig?

We chased our pleasures here, Dug our treasures there, But can you still recall The time we cried? Break on through to the other side!

They can picture love affairs of chemicals and stars, a romance of stones, or the fertility of fire. Strange, fertile correspondences the alchemists sensed in unlikely orders of being. Between men and planets, plants and gestures, words and weather.

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.

Take an Indian home to lunch.

Resident mockery give us an hour for magic

Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the loss of God.

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.

I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps "Oh look at that!" Then — whoosh, and I'm gone... and they'll never see anything like it ever again... and they won't be able to forget me — ever.

I'll tell you this — No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.

The program for this evening is not new. You have seen This entertainment through and through. You've seen your birth, your life and death; you might recall all of the rest — (did you have a good world when you died?) — enough to base a movie on?