Nothing is as boundary dissolving, except for psychedelic compounds, as travel. Travel is up there.

Our self discoveries make us each a microcosm of the larger pattern of history. The inertia of introspection leads toward recollection, for only through memory is the past recaptured and understood. In the fact of experiencing and making the present, we are all actors.

What is always left out of descriptions of the psychedelic state, the deep psychedelic state, is how weird it is.

What I always hoped for out of the psychedelic voyaging was to bring back something. I always felt, and still feel, that that is the attitude with which you should go into these things.

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

At the interface of the say-able and the unsay-able is the novel, the new, the never before seen, said or done. And that's what I think it's important to try and bring out, ideas. Because I think we are the animals that bring back ideas.

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