The Doors

The Doors quotes

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Jim Morrison
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Pamela Courson
Robbie Krieger


Journalist: What are your songs about Mr. Morrison?
Jim: Uh, love death travel... revolt. We all write the songs, we're interested in anything about disorder, chaos, especially activity which seems to have no meaning...Like This. I think when you make peace with authority, you become authority.
Journalist: Can you define that a little more?
Jim: Yeah you can call us erotic politicians I guess.


Pam: [about Patricia] You actually put your dick in this woman Jim?
Jim: Well I... sometimes yeah.

I drink so I can talk to assholes. This includes me. Let's just say I was testing the bounds of reality -- that's-all -- I was curious... I kinda always preferred to be hated. Like Eric von Stroheim in the movies, the man you love to hate.

Tom Baker: [to Jim] You're bored, you're not free. You tested all the limits, fame, ****ing, money, -- whatcha gonna do now Jimbo? When the music's over, when you're too fat and ugly to get on a stage, whatcha gonna do for act three -- puke on Heaven's door?

Andy Warhol: [handing Jim a golden telephone] Edie gave this to me and said mmmmm, I could talk to God with this. But I don't really have anything to say. So... mmmm now you can talk to God.

Jim: Jesus Ray, every girl out there wanted to **** me, I could feel it for the first time!
Ray: Right on stud. But you better watch out for the guys.

You're a poet, not a rock star.

Pam: **** you man I'm outta here.
Jim: Get mad! Yeahhh! Love my girl! Yeah, go **** the other guys. How many white guys have you ****ed Pam? 10, 20? Black guys what? You like Chinese dicks? Mongolian penis? 30?
Pam: How many dogs have you ****ed? You don't say no to anybody! Drugs, dogs, uglies, you'd **** a doorknob with butter on it!

Is everybody in?... Is everybody in?... Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin...

It was the first time I tasted fear. I musta been about four, like a child is just like a flower, his head is floating in the breeze.

I like a man who wears his soul on his face.

The music was new black polished chrome and came over the summer like liquid night.

I can only open doors, M'am. I can't drag people thru 'em. I'm no savior.

[to Pam] I'm the poet and you're my muse.

Y'all believe what you want to believe, you will anyway... but it does kinda show you what excites people? Fear, pity, horror -- all those good things that count. It's sorta I guess like being on the edge of an orgasm, y'know... that mystery just before you come. When? If? Should I? Will you die for me, eat me, this way, the end...