My technique is don’t believe anything. If you believe in something, you are automatically precluded from believing its opposite.

Science works its miracles by turning its enterprise into a kind of parlor game confined to the category matter and energy.

If you play the cultural game, it's like playing only with clubs or something, or playing only with the red marked cards. You have to play with a full deck, and that includes this pre-linguistic surround in which we are embedded.

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.

Anything which must be understood by millions of people is so hopelessly divorced from how it is that it becomes a form of fiction.

Shamanism is just show business and philosophy is just a branch of that vaudevillian impulse.

It's our machines and our technologies that are now the major evolutionary forces acting upon us. It's not our political systems.