Author of quotes: Jim Douglas Morrison. Page 1

The appeal of cinema lies in the fear of death.

If my poetry aims to achieve something - is the liberation of people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.

Death only happens once. I don't want to Wake her.

I'm interested in everything connected with the revolt, disorder, chaos, meaningless-looking things. To me it seems the path to freedom.

No large-scale revolution is impossible without a personal revolution, on an individual level. It must first happen within.

There exist known and unknown, and between them a door.

You need to drink to enjoy it, and not in the shit.

If the generation has the freedom, it however, would get the right to self-destruction.

Friends can help the person. A true friend is he who does not prevent you to be completely free, to be themselves, and, most importantly, to feel. Or not to feel. At any time you feel with him perfectly. It is the result of true love - he allows the man to be who he really is... Most people love you the way you seem to be Taking... their love, you keep pretending, you play. You start to love your pretense... It's true, we are limited by the ghostly framework of laws, and it's sad that people get used to their image - they grow, each fixed his mask. They love their chains. They forget about what they really are. But if you're trying to remind them, they hate you for it, because I understand what you're trying to steal from them the most precious thing.

Teachers, religious leaders - even friends or so called friends - take over where parents retreat. All they require from us, so we showed only the feelings that they want from us, without asking our opinion. They demand that we feel for them. We are like actors returned free in this world to wander in search of a phantom... endlessly, in search of half-forgotten shadow of our lost essence. When others ask us to become human beings, actually they are asking us to destroy the self, what we really are. It's such a subtle kind of murder... very loving parents and relatives commit it with a smile on her face.

Thoughts in time
And out of season.
The hitchhiker stood
By the side of the road,
And leveled his thumb
In the calm of the calculus
Of reason...
Thoughts on time
And out of place.
The hitcher is
Near the edge of the road
Throwing a thumbs-up,
And assessing all
Opportunities...

You never know when you'll have to do his last song.

I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a flying star. All stop pointing fingers and whisper in amazement, "Look at this!" And then - whoosh, and I'm not. And they never see anything like it and never be able to forget me. Never.

Let's assume that everything I do is purely out of idle curiosity.