“You don't realize how easy this game is until you get up in that broadcasting booth.” Quote by Mickey Mantle
“The only thing that ultimately matters is to eat an ice-cream cone, play a slide trombone, plant a small tree, good God, now you're free.” LifeInspirationalMatterPlayTreePlantChessIceTreatmentCreamGrandchildrenIce CreamSlidesGood GodPlant A TreeConesTromboneIce Cream Cones Author:Ray Manzarek
“The Doors were successful. It was Jim Morrison as the centre and the figure and the spokesman, the figurehead, but we were all into the same thing. That's why we were a band.” SuccessfulDoorsFiguresBandCentreFigure Skating Author:Ray Manzarek
“I need three million dollars to make a low-budget, intellectual, artistic, exciting, erotic movie with a great soundtrack.” NeedsThreeMillionsIntellectualLowsExcitingDollarsArtisticBudgetsEroticMillion DollarsSoundtracks Author:Ray Manzarek
“If there was no black man there would be no Rock'n'Roll. The beat, the rhythms of Africa are what created Rock'n'Roll and Jazz.” IfsMenWould BeBlackRocksBeatsJazzRhythmRock N Roll Author:Ray Manzarek
“I'm basically a cocktail jazz kind of pianist. I'll be the first to admit that I'm not a very good keyboard player. People think I think I'm good. I think I'm a very poor piano player.” PeopleThinkingFirstsKindPoorPlayerJazzVery GoodPianoCocktailsKeyboardsPianistKeyboard Players Author:Ray Manzarek
“Drugs shouldn't be used for recreation although they can be, but ultimately the point of psychedelics is to put you in touch with the powers of the universe.” UsedUniverseDrugPsychedelicRecreation Author:Ray Manzarek
“We went on stage with the Jefferson Airplane, Jim started singing with Grace Slick and hugging her. Then he danced off the stage, went back into the dressing room and passed out cold.” RoomsGraceStageColdSingingAirplaneHugDressingsAeroplanesDressing RoomsSlick Author:Ray Manzarek
“We are adhering to life now with our last muscle - the heart.” HeartLastsMuscles Book:Nightwood Source: Nightwood
“Every story was being made up. My true friends weren't the ones speaking. It was people who never knew me, making up stories. Even my local paper put a $1,000 bounty out for information about my whereabouts.” PeopleMadeStoriesInformationPaperLocalsTrue FriendMaking UpBountyWhereabouts Author:Marla Maples