It [culture] invites people to diminish themselves, and dehumanize themselves by behaving like machines, meme processors of memes passed down from Madison Avenue, and Hollywood, and what have you.

There is no hierarchy of elder knowledge in my social region of things. There are only people learning and sharing in a very complex environment.

In 1948, television was introduced, and millions and millions of people lead larval, low-awareness, warehoused lives mainlining an electronic drug straight into their brains.

The psychedelic sets you at the beginning of the path, and then people do all kinds of things with it.

People without plants are in a state of perpetual neurosis, a state of existential wanting.

It's getting funnier because everybody's categories are disintegrating, and the cult of political correctness dictates that we never point out that other people don't make sense.

One of the things that people don't do enough of when they do psychedelic work is spend time in the library.

People are concrescences of ambiguity.

People are, in the confines of their own apartments, becoming Magellans of the interior world and reaching out to this alien thing and beginning to map it and bring back stories that can only be compared to the kind of stories that the chroniclers of the New World brought back to Spain at the close of the 15th century.