The Grateful Dead are our religion. This is a religion that doesn't pay homage to the God that all the other religions pay homage to.

To be just without being mad (and the madder you get the madder you get), to be peaceful without being stupid, to be interested without being compulsive, to be happy without being hysterical... smoke grass.

People don't want other people to get high, because if you get high, you might see the falsity of the fabric of the society we live in.

Sometimes I looked at them and sometimes they looked at me, but rarely did we look at one another.

When we first broke into that forbidden box in the other dimension, we knew we had discovered something as surprising and powerful as the New World when Columbus came stumbling onto it.

The frontiers we broke into in the '60s are still largely unexplored.

Time overlaps itself. A breath breathed from a passing breeze is not the whole wind, neither is it just the last of what has passed and the first of what will come, but is more--let me see--more like a single point plucked on a single strand of a vast spider web of winds, setting the whole scene atingle. That way; it overlaps ... as prehistoric ferns grow from bathtub planters.