Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine. — Jim Morrison Copy Share Image
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.… — Jim Morrison Copy Share
How can I set free anyone who doesn't have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom? I think it's a… — Jim Morrison Copy Share
Tell them you came, and saw, and looked into my eyes and saw the shadow of the guard receding. Thoughts in time and out… — Jim Morrison Copy Share
Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine. — Jim Morrison Copy Share
“It's so eternal. As long as there are people, they can remember words and combinations of words. Nothing else can survive a holocaust, but… — Jim Morrison Copy Share
I'm interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that appears to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road… — Jim Morrison Copy Share
...most of the press were vultures descending on the scene for curious America aplomb. Cameras inside the coffin interviewing worms. — Jim Morrison Copy Share
Maybe primitive people have less bullshit to let go of, to give up. A person has to be willing to give up everything—not just… — Jim Morrison Copy Share
Sex is full of lies. The body tries to tell the truth. But, it's usually too battered with rules to be heard, and bound… — Jim Morrison Copy Share
“We are content with the 'given' in sensation's quest. We have been metamorphosised from a mad body dancing on hillsides to a pair of… — Jim Morrison Copy Share
Twentieth-century culture's disease is the inability to feel their reality. People cluster to TV, soap operas, movies, theater, pop idols and they have wild… — Jim Morrison Copy Share
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws. — Jim Morrison Copy Share
