The long night of human history is drawing at last to its conclusion.

Alchemy is about the generation of a psychic construct, a wholeness, a thing which has many properties, which is paradoxical, which is both mind and matter, which can do anything.

We are creatures of information and the imagination. The monkey we are already beginning to transform and shed. We don't look like the other monkeys, and we look less like them all the time.

Look at the reputation they gave him. [Giordano] Bruno without the pyre is a whiskey priest laying waste to the maids of Umbria.

Anything which must be understood by millions of people is so hopelessly divorced from how it is that it becomes a form of fiction.

I believe that great weirdness stalks the universe. That's not the issue with me, but it is not tacky. It is not tacky.

We get to the point then with modern science where you could almost say that modern science is the art of describing those systems so crude in their structure that they are not subject to temporal variables.