The story of the famous and influential 1960s rock band and its lead singer and composer, Jim Morrison, from his days as a UCLA film student in Los Angeles, to his untimely death in Paris, France at age 27 in 1971.

Jim Morrison: I believe in a long prolonged derangement of the senses to attain the unknown... Although I live in the subconscious, our pale reason hides the infinite from us.
Jim Morrison: I am the Lizard King. I can do anything.
Jim Morrison: Where's your will to be weird?
Jim Morrison: Actually, I don't remember being born. It must have happened during one of my blackouts.
Jim Morrison: Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts.
Interviewer: Name, occupation?
Pamela: Pamela Morrison, ornament.
Interviewer: Name, occupation?
Robby Krieger: Robby Krieger, guitar player.
Interviewer: Name, occupation?
John: John Densmore, percussionist, 23 years old. Far out, man!
Interviewer: Name, occupation?
Ray Manzarek: Raymond Daniel Manzarek, born February 12th 1939, musician, organist.
Interviewer: Name, occupation?
Jim Morrison: Uh, Jim.
[smiles]
Jim Morrison: [first lines; Jim has just climbed a tree to Pam's room] Hi.
Pamela: Hi.
[pause]
Pamela: Don't you believe in doors?
Jim Morrison: A waste of time.
Jim Morrison: Love, death, travel, revolt, chaos.
Jim Morrison: Come on, let's get some tacos.
Jim Morrison: I was stoned. It seemed like a fun thing to do at the time.
Jim Morrison: Let's plan a murder or start a religion.
Ray Manzarek: I feel the universe functioning perfectly but I'm still perfectly locked inside myself. Instead of oneness, I feel isolation.
John Densmore: I don't know if I want to take acid.
Jim Morrison: Relax, it's peyote.
Jim Morrison: Adolf Hitler is alive and well and living in Miami! I fucked her last night!
Jim Morrison: You're all a bunch of fuckin' slaves! How much longer are you gonna let them push you around?
Jim Morrison: I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Jim Morrison: This is the strangest life I've ever known.
Jim Morrison: Hatred is a very underestimated emotion.
Pamela Courson: You actually put your dick in this woman?
Jim Morrison: Well... sometimes, yeah.
Andy Warhol: Somebody gave me this telephone... I think it was Edie... yeah it was Edie... and she said I could talk to God with it, but uh... I don't have anything to say... so here...
[giving Jim the phone]
Andy Warhol: this is for you... now you can talk to God.
[after Pamela and Jim's fight over the duck]
Ray Manzarek: Jim, will you stop this shit! Will you get sane!
Jim Morrison: [quoted in Jim Morrison's film class project] Nietzsche said, "All great things must first wear terrifying and monstrous masks in order to inscribe themselves on the hearts of humanity."
Ray Manzarek: [Imitating Bob Dylan's singing voice] Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine, I'm on the pavement thinking about the government.
Robby Krieger: I'm afraid of my father. I can't be what they want me to be.
Jim Morrison: Maybe you should kill your father.
Jim Morrison: I'm gonna get my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames.
Interviewer: Do you believe in drugs?
Jim Morrison: I believe in excess...
Tom Baker: [to Jim] Whatcha gonna do for act three, man? Puke on Heaven's door?
Jim Morrison: They don't want me - they want my *death*!
Jim Morrison: Father, "yes son", I want to kill you.
Jim Morrison: Mother. I want to fuck you.
Pamela Courson: You killed my duck!
Jim Morrison: I killed your duck?
[stomps on the duck]
Jim Morrison: And I'm still killing your fucking duck. There! Murder! Death! Duck! Dead! Death fucking dead! There, the duck is dead!
Jim Morrison: We're gonna fuck death away!
[during their peyote trip in the desert]
Jim Morrison: Close your eyes. We'll see the snake; see the serpent appear. His head is ten feet long and five feet wide. He has one red eye and one green eye. He's seven miles long. Deadly. I see all the history of the world on his scales, all people, all actions. We're all just little pictures on his scales. God, he's big, he's moving, devouring consciousness, digesting power. Monster of energy. It's a monster. We're going to kiss the snake on the tongue. Kiss the serpent. But if it senses fear, it'll eat us instantly. But if we kiss it without fear, it'll take us through the garden, through the gate, to the other side. Ride the snake... until the end of time.
John Densmore: I think I'm fucked up, man. I'm not thinking right.
[Jim tilts his head back and laughs lazily]
John Densmore: Look at your eyes, man... your death.
Jim Morrison: What's wrong with being a large mammal?
Jim Morrison: [stands up] I'm lying, I *am* afraid.
[Jim turns around and walks away]
Pamela Courson: [calling after him] Jim! Don't go away! Come dance with me!
Jim Morrison: Have you ever eaten human flesh?
Dog: Excuse me, sir. Who's flying this plane right now?
Jim Morrison: I'm a fake hero.
Jim Morrison: I think I'm having a nervous breakdown.
Jim Morrison: I love fame, I *do* love fame!
Jim Morrison: Teenage death girls want my dick not my words.
Warhol PR: Andy Warhol IS art. We must ask ourselves, does Andy imitate life or does life imitate Andy?
Pamela Courson: [to Jim] You're a poet, not a rock star.