Alcoholism isn't a disease. It's a failure of self-image.

You are some kind of a mystery suspended between two eternities. And in that moment, when a mind looks out at a world and asks the question, ‘What is it?’ In that moment art can be created.

What we now have is the freedom which attends decadence, or the decadence which attends freedom.

People are, in the confines of their own apartments, becoming Magellans of the interior world and reaching out to this alien thing and beginning to map it and bring back stories that can only be compared to the kind of stories that the chroniclers of the New World brought back to Spain at the close of the 15th century.

Psychedelics are probably responsible for every aspect of human evolution apart from the decline in bodyhair.

Our destiny is to become what we think, to have our thoughts become our bodies and our bodies become our thoughts.

Cultivate an ongoing stream of self-description, telling yourself what is happening. Get used to the idea that mind can penetrate the immediate surface of being and reveal the tactile density of it as a manifold whose measure cannot be immediately taken by the eyes, that it's deep, it's connected, it's complex. Everything holds within itself the anticipation and the memory of everything else.