Art is subject to arbitrary fashion.

Science grows like a weed every year.

Each of us have things and thoughts and descriptions of an amazing universe in our possession that kings in the 17th Century would have gone to war to possess.

People don't realize that molecules themselves are somewhat hypothetical, and that their interactions are more so, and that the biological reactions are even more so.

I think I might have been stupid in some respects, it if weren't for my psychedelic experiences.

And all I knew about drugs was what I read in magazines like Time and Life. I learned that marijuana was a dangerous addictive drug and that I should stay away from it.

My mother would give my brothers and me a pile of catalogues and let us pick what we wanted for Christmas.