You may miss the end of the world, but you definitely are going to have a front row seat for the end of your world.

History was an incredibly damaging experience, and now it's over . . . in a sense.

You put two egos together and you've either got a conflict, which is always interesting, or better yet, a love affair.

I think there's a shamanic temperament, which is a person who craves knowledge, knowledge in the Greek sense of gnosis. In other words, knowledge not of the sort where you subscribe to Scientific American, and it validates what you believe, but cosmologies constructed out of immediate experiences that are found to be always applicable.

Our ability to destroy ourselves is the mirror image of our ability to save ourselves.

And yet my, not only my faith, but my experience has led me to believe that the world is not a construction of space and time and matter and energy. That that mapping is insufficient. That the world is instead some kind of a linguistic construct. It is more in the nature of a sentence, or a novel, or a work of art than it is in the nature of these machine models of interlocking law that we inherit out of a thousand years of rational reductionism.

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