When your time is turned into money, the felt presence of immediate experience is analogous to being enslaved. I mean, let's be frank about it, it is enslavement.

I finally realized that this 'place' that I kept bursting into [on a psychedelic experience] was somebody's idea of a playpen.

Nature is actually the goal at the end of history.

The notion of illegal plants and animals is obnoxious and ridiculous.

I think psychedelics are sort of like doing calisthenics in preparation for the marathon at the end of time.

I think it's the sheer power of the hallucinogens that puts people off. You either love them or you hate them, and that's because they dissolve world views. And if you like the experience of having your entire ontological structure disappear out from under you, if you think that's a thrill, you'll probably love psychedelics.

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