All psychedelic explorers should be aware of the concept of what is called a cognitive hallucination. The is a much more insidious phenomenon. This is, quite simply, an out-and-out delusion.

What we call reality is in fact nothing more than a culturally sanctioned and linguistically reinforced hallucination.

You are a divine being. You matter, you count. You come from realms of unimaginable power and light, and you will return to those realms.

The bigger you build the bonfire, the more darkness is revealed.

If you don't have a plan, you become part of somebody else's plan.

As the bonfires of knowledge grow brighter, the more the darkness is revealed to our startled eyes.

The cost of sanity in this society, is a certain level of alienation

The problem is not to find the answer, it's to face the answer

I don't believe consciousness is generated in the brain any more than television programs are made inside my TV. The box is too small.

Nature is not mute, it is a man who is deaf.

Life lived in the absence of the psychedelic experience upon which primordial shamanism is based is life trivialized, life denied, life enslaved to the ego.

A lie is still a lieeven if it’s disguisedas the truth.

Wisdom is the adobe of a great mind.

I write because it's the only thing I love that always loves me back.

Getting inside the mind of a terrorist wasn't difficult at all. Even as children, human beings fabricate elaborate revenge fantasies. We're not a particular species. Check out popular video games.

You have to be careful what you say in front of comedy writers because they will absolutely make fun of it in the next episode.

The older I get, the more I realize how rare it is to meet a kindred spirit.

A family is a family not because of gender but because of values, like commitment, trust and love.

We are like a woman with a difficult pregnancy. We have to rebuild the social classes in Egypt, and we must change the way things were.

I looked on YouTube for sleep deprivation and there were videos of people experimenting with staying awake for a while. You saw all the different stages

Ay, Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy.