It's getting funnier because everybody's categories are disintegrating, and the cult of political correctness dictates that we never point out that other people don't make sense.

To carry language from two dimensions into three is the task of the poets, and the rebels in the 20th Century.

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.

What people notice about [when they are on] LSD is either what's right or wrong with themselves or how freaky the world is.

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

Chaos is roving through the system and able to undo, at any point, the best laid plans.

In a way, this is a definition of shamanism. A shaman is a person who by some means has gotten out of their own culture.