Jim Morrison was a well-built boy, larger than average, and young enough to maintain the engorged silent connection right through the residue of chemicals.

You can't make people change, but the organizers of WorldFest hope that people consider being vegetarian for both moral and health reasons

No matter how big or soft or warm your bed is, you still have to get out of it.

I like being in a recording studio. I like watching a song go from the simplicity of the original music.

Through literacy you can begin to see the universe. Through music you can reach anybody. Between the two there is you, unstoppable.

I don't want to see old people doing rap or rock and roll. It makes me cringe.

When the truth is found to be lies, and all the joy within you dies.

I collect stuffed animals, and toy stores make me happy.

Insignificant events can take on monumental proportions when your head is full of practically nothing.

When you get older, it's not about what you did that you regret, it's what you didn't do.

It's really a drag to sit around when you're old, and think, 'Ah, gee, I never went to France.' Go to France. Life is very short; you've got to pack it all in there.

Being skilled in Catsism is like being a ninja only deadlier and not so silent. The only bad thing is the sickening grammar you have to use.

Success is causing the world around you to aspire to your inspiration.

I don't want to paint a picture of total gloom and doom.

I suppose these deadlines we set for ourselves are really a way of saying we appreciate time, and want to use all of it.

There are two classes of men; those who are content to yield to circumstances and who play whist; those who aim to control circumstances, and who play Chess

Custom is almost a second nature.

My favourite thing in the world, apart from my wife and kids, is writing songs. Ever since I was a kid.

To be on the wire is life. The rest is waiting.

Either way, everything will be fine. But if you have an opinion, please feel free to offer it to me through the gap in the door of a public restroom. Everyone else does.

The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love; The ivy climbs the laurel To clasp the boughs above.