3 December 2020 Jim Morrison It’s like gambling somehow. You go out for a night of drinking and you don’t know where your going to end up the next day. It could work out good or it could be disastrous. It’s like the throw of the dice.
3 December 2020 Jim Morrison Expose yourself to your deepest fear after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.
3 December 2020 Jim Morrison People fear death even more than pain. It’s strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend.
3 December 2020 Jim Morrison 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 toward freedom.
3 December 2020 Jim Morrison The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask.
3 December 2020 Jim Morrison 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 with pretenses so it can hardly move. We cripple ourselves with lies.
3 December 2020 Jim Morrison Listen, real poetry doesn’t say anything it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.
3 December 2020 Jim Morrison We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.
3 December 2020 Jim Morrison I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos-especially activity that seems to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom… Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.
3 December 2020 Jim Morrison If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.
3 December 2020 Jim Morrison I think in art, but especially in films, people are trying to confirm their own existences.
3 December 2020 Jim Morrison Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.
