The drug may not be toxic, but you may be self-toxic, and you may discover this in the drug experience.

Time will perfect matter.

The intellectual tension that seems to work its way through this society almost like fat through meat is the tension between scientific reductionism and the deeply felt intuition of most people that there is a spiritual dimension, or a hidden dimension, or a transcendental dimension.

The only difference between a drug and a computer is that one is slightly too large to swallow. ... And our best people are working on that problem, even as we speak.

Life, carefully examined, is actually a form of allegorical literature with a very tight constructural grid laid over it.

The mind is the cutting edge of the evolving event system.

Could any symbol be any more appropriate of the ambiguity of human transformation? What mushroom is it that grows at the end of history? Is it Stropharia cubensis, or is it the creation of Edward Teller? This is an unresolved problem.