What we call reality is in fact nothing more than a culturally sanctioned and linguistically reinforced hallucination.

I think that what these psychedelics do, is they actually do connect you to the whole circle. You stand outside of the moment from which you embarked on your psychedelic experience, and you see eternity like a vast landscape deployed in front of you. So what I think psychedelics are is they're about time, and they somehow make all time co-present.

Ninety percent of the difficulty in your intellectual life would never have happened if you just had better taste.

The only evil that associates itself with mushrooms is taking too little.

By passing into the psychedelic phase, the space-faring phase, the entire species is passing into adolescence.

What I think is going on is that probably language was entertainment long before it was meaning. It's a kind of tuneless singing.

Part of what being involved in the psychedelic experience is about is reclaiming your own experience.