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Quotes By Jim Morrison

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Jim Morrison

Dec 08, 1943 - Jul 03, 1971

I can make the earth stop in its tracks. I made the blue cars go away. I can make myself invisible or small. I can become gigantic & reach the farthest things. I can change the course of nature. I can place myself anywhere in space or time. I can summon the dead. I can perceive events on other worlds, in my deepest inner mind, & in the minds of others. I can I am.

I'll never wake up in a good mood again. I'm tired of these stinky boots.

Resident mockery, give us an hour for magic.

I pressed her thigh and death smiled.

All games contain the idea of death.

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

Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.

My wild words slip into fusion and risk losing the solid ground. So stranger, get wilder still. Probe the highlands.

The gate is straight, Deep and wide, Break on through to the other side.

What have they done to the earth? What have they done to our fair sister? Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her, Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn, And tied her with fences and dragged her down.

You cannot petition the lord with prayer!

You live you die and death not ends it.

No one thought up being. He who thinks he has, step forward.

I am the Lizard King. I can do anything!

There's nothing wrong with being a large mammal.

A hero is someone who rebels or seems to rebel against the facts of existence and seems to conquer them. Obviously that can only work at moments. It can't be a lasting thing. That's not saying that people shouldn't keep trying to rebel against the facts of existence. Someday, who knows, we might conquer death, disease and war.

Getting drunk, you're in complete control up to a point. It's your choice, every time you take a sip. You have a lot of small choices. It's like, I guess it's the difference between suicide and slow capitulation.

All the poems have wolves in them. All but one. The most beautiful one of all. She dances in a ring of fire and throws off the challenge with a shrug.

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

I wouldn't mind dying in a plane crash. It'd be a good way to go. I don't want to die in my sleep, or of old age, or OD... 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.