A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself.

Blake said that the body was the soul's prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the 'windows of the soul.' When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experience.

Drugs are a bet with your mind.


Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.


Film spectators are quiet vampires.


Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself-and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That's what real love amounts to-letting a person be what he really is.


Hatred is a very underestimated emotion.


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.


I am the lizard king. I can do anything.


I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown.


I like any reaction I can get with my music. Just anything to get people to think. I mean if you can get a whole room full of drunk, stoned people to actually wake up and think, you're doing something.


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 see myself as an intelligent, sensitive human, with the soul of a clown which forces me to blow it at the most important moments.


I think in art, but especially in films, people are trying to confirm their own existences.


I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments.


I was stoned. It seemed like a fun thing to do at the time.


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.


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.


If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.


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.


Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.


Love cannot save you from your own fate.


Music inflames temperament.


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...


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.


Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts.


The appeal of cinema lies in the fear of death.


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. Jim Morrison


The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.


The time to hesitate is through.


There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors.


Violence isn't always evil. What's evil is the infatuation with violence.


We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.


When you make your peace with authority, you become authority.


Whoever controls the media, controls the mind.

The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are.

The world we suggest is a new wild west. A sensuous evil world. Strange and haunting, the path of the sun…

I like ideas about breaking away or overthrowing of established order.

Real poetry doesn't say anything, it just ticks off possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through any one that suits you.

Now is blessed- The rest, remembered

Between childhood, boyhood, adolescence & manhood (maturity) there should be sharp lines drawn w/ Tests, deaths feats, rites, stories, songs & judgments

"Have you ever seen God?" -a mandala. A symmetrical angel. Felt? Yes. Fucking. The Sun. Heard? Music. Voices Touched? an animal. your hand. Tasted? Rare meat, corn, water & wine.

No one thought up being; he who thinks he has- Step forward

There are images I need to complete my own reality

Dreams are at once fruit & outcry against an atrophy of the senses.

We must tie all these desperate impressions together.

There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors.

For me, it was never really an act, those so-called performances. It was a life-and-death thing, an attempt to communicate…

A quality of ignorance, self-deception may be necessary to the poet's survival.