The possibility seems to be that what we call styles, or what we call motifs, are actually categories in the unconscious.

The real secret of magic is that the world is made of words, and that if you know the words that the world is made of you can make of it whatever you wish.

If you're truly psychedelic the difference between living and dying is quite immaterial. No pun intended.

You know what, I'm stoned, and I'm proud.

Even a billion people is too much. There's no way back to the simplicity we once knew, but there may be a way forward to the simplicity that we once knew.

It's the impossible become possible and yet remaining impossible.

We want freedom. We want freedom from the constraints of the cycles of the sun and the moon. We want freedom from drought and weather, freedom from the movement of game, the growth of plants, freedom from control from mendacious popes and kings, freedom from ideology, freedom from want. This idea of freeing ourselves has become the compass of the human journey.