I am brother to dragons, and companion to owls. My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.

I did it thirty-five minutes ago.

You know what I wish? I wish all the scum of the Earth had one throat and I had my hands about it.

There's no flesh or blood within this cloak to kill. There's only an idea. Ideas are bulletproof.

LSD was an incredible experience. Not that I’m recommending it for anybody else; but for me it kind of – it hammered home to me that reality was not a fixed thing. That the reality that we saw about us every day was one reality, and a valid one – but that there were others, different perspectives where different things have meaning that were just as valid. That had a profound effect on me.

Art is, like magic, the science of manipulating symbols, words or images to achieve changes in consciousness

Our consciousness, a startling outgrowth of the universe, is possibly its most important part, the fraction of existence that can think, feel, marvel at itself.