Reality itself is not static. This is one of the things that the psychedelic is trying to put across, that the reality we're embedded in is itself some kind of an organism and is evolving toward a conclusion.

LSD burst over the dreary domain of the constipated bourgeoisie like the angelic herald of a new psychedelic millennium. We have never been the same since, nor will we ever be, for LSD demonstrated, even to skeptics, that the mansions of heaven and gardens of paradise lie within each and all of us.

Psychedelic experiences and dreams are chemical cousins; they are only different in degree.

I believe that great weirdness stalks the universe. That's not the issue with me, but it is not tacky. It is not tacky.

One reaches through to the continents and oceans of the imagination, worlds able to sustain anyone who will but play, and then lets the play deepen and deepen until it is a reality that few would even dare to entertain...The human imagination is the holographic organ of the human body, and we don't 'imagine' anything. We simply see things so far away that there is no possibility of validating or invalidating their existence.

I'm fascinated by hallucinations. I mean, to me that is the sina qua non that you're getting somewhere.

The way I think of the psychedelics is, they are catalysts to the imagination.