I sort of see [cannabis] as the pilot light of Gian consciousness.

I think that a lot of people are making a lot of money spreading anxiety. Anxiety sells.

The word 'self' is as great a mystery as the word 'other'. It's just a polarity between two mysteries.

I regard these people who are peddling angst and peddling pessimism and all that stuff as so 'two minutes ago'.

By passing into the psychedelic phase, the space-faring phase, the entire species is passing into adolescence.

In other words, all these things you might cling to, Catholicism, democratic ideals, Hasidism, Marxism, Freudianism, all of these things are exposed [through use of psychedelics] as simply quaint cultural artifacts, painted masks and rattles assembled by people of good intent but clearly not great grasp of the situation.

There's only the integrity of doing and having done.