No one thought up being. He who thinks he has, step forward.

If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.

Some people surrender their freedom willingly but others are forced to surrender it. Imprisonment begins with birth. Society, parents they refuse to allow you to keep the freedom you were born with. There are subtle ways to punish a person for daring to feel. You see that everyone around you has destroyed his true feeling nature. You imitate what you see.

The world becomes an apparently infinite, yet possibly finite, card game. Image combinations, permutations, comprise the world game.

Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.

Drugs are a bet with your mind.

I've noticed that when people are joking they're usually dead serious, and when they're serious, they're usually pretty funny.