Capitalism is not a human being. Capitalism is a Moloch, a god, a god of bloody sacrifice that sees human beings as ants

The history of man that you don't know is what your unconscious is made out of.

We are part of a symbiotic relationship with something which disguises itself as an extra-terrestrial invasion so as not to alarm us.

The surface of things is not where attention should rest.

What I think is going on is that probably language was entertainment long before it was meaning. It's a kind of tuneless singing.

Technique to me is a kind of a ... I'm reluctant to talk about it because it seems so obvious to me what good technique is. I mean, you sit down, you shut up, and you pay attention is basically the good technique. And then the footnotes add; on an empty stomach, in a dark room, feeling comfortable.

It is the imagination that argues for the Divine Spark within human beings. It is literally a decent of the World's Soul into all of us.