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.

Where's your will to be weird?

In the beginning we were creating our music, ourselves, every night . . . starting with a few outlines, maybe a few words for a song. Sometimes we worked out in Venice, looking at the surf. We were together a lot and it was good times for all of us. Acid, sun, friends, the ocean, and poetry and music.

I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that seems to have no meaning.

How can I set free anyone who doesn't have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom?

There are things known and things unknown and in between are The Doors.

You live you die and death not ends it.