You know, they ask me if I were on a desert island and I knew nobody would ever see what I wrote, would I go on writing. My answer is most emphatically yes. I would go on writing for company. Because I'm creating an imaginary - it's always imaginary - world in which I would like to live.

Scientology is a model control system, a state in fact with its own courts, police, rewards and penalties.

I know this one pusher walks around humming a tune and everybody he passes takes it up. He is so grey and spectral and anonymous they don't see him and think it is their own mind humming the tune.

For God's sake, keep your eyes open. Notice what's going on around you.

I'm an old-fashioned person, and I don't like informers.

The line between inner and outer landscapes is breaking down. Earthquakes can result from seismic upheavals within the human mind. The whole random universe of the industrial age is breaking down into cryptic fragments.

I certainly wouldn't advocate anyone using drugs on a regular or habitual basis.