This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering its a feather bed.

I often like to think that our map of the world is wrong, that where we have centered physics, we should actually place literature as the central metaphor that we want to work out from. Because I think literature occupies the same relationship to life that life occupies to death. A book is life with one dimension pulled out of it. And life is something that lacks a dimension which death will give it. I imagine death to be a kind of release into the imagination in the sense that for characters in a book, what we experience is an unimaginable dimension of freedom.

There’s light at the end of the tunnel. The problem is that tunnel is in the back of your mind. And if you don’t go to the back side of your mind you will never see the light at the end of the tunnel. And once you see it, then the task becomes to empower it in yourself and other people. Spread it as a reality. God did not retire to the seventh heaven, God is some kind of lost continent IN the human mind.

Nobody should be allowed more than fifty years to get their act together.

Matter is simply a concept. The world is made of language.

The tension in the world is the tension between the ego and the feminine, not between the masculine and the feminine.

Because this is the world that science built, with the henchmen of capitalism and Christianity.