Nostalgia is an illness for those who haven't realized that today is tomorrow's nostalgia.

Modern materialists and religious extremists alike lack the spiritual animistic reverence for non-human beings that every culture once understood as a given.

Electricity for example was considered a very Satanic thing when it was first discovered and utilized.

When all that’s left of us is the pure untainted consciousness without form, we’ll know what it means when the last human breath expires.

When we don’t put the brakes on our self-absorption, we have nothing stopping us from total self-destruction. We become the fruits of our actions.

Children and babies should be held in the most sacred regard. We feel that they're the most natural and true magicians.

No doubt, humans will do a lot of damage before we ultimately destroy ourselves. But life will continue without humans. New forms of intelligence will emerge long after this human experiment is over.

Immortal beings have been compared to stars, these are existences that linger on long after the death of the thing itself.

Nothing could be easier than disturbing a status quo instituted by others; the real work of the sinister current is to break the rules we rigidly establish for ourselves.

On the left hand path we take the direct route, which is much more strenuous, much more dangerous, and much more likely to cause you to fall.

Consciousness is endless, from one incarnation to the next. It simply will and does manifest in other places and times, regardless of what becomes of the human race.

Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.

The best chapters in your life story are written by love.

You, in bloom, heart, beloved, you are like the foliage of the sky over my eyesand I look at you lying on the earth

Without needing told, without Jacob's lead, Akando dropped to his knees and lunged into the throne room of Christ.

Science has an unfortunate habit of discovering information politicians don't want to hear, largely because it has some bearing on reality.

The prospect of going home is very appealing.

All my gowns have trains on them. I make a train that goes on forever. I love long trains and then I stand there and twirl around and wrap myself up in it.

A misfit like me getting anywhere in Hollywood as I somehow have, seemed, certainly at the time of 'Spanking The Monkey,' kind of out of reach, or not a very realistic take.

In capitalist enterprise there is no secure income and no security of wealth.

I am always the 'good guy,' and I take on the idiotic jerks of the nation.