The autonomy of the individual appears to be complemented & enhanced by the movement of the group; while the effectiveness of the group seems to depend on the freedom of the individual.

The dullard finds even wine tasteless, while the sorcerer is intoxicated by the mere sight of water.

Ten minutes in a video store should convince any impartial observer that we live in a police state of consciousness, far more pervasive than the Nazis.

If rulers refuse to consider poems as crimes, then someone must commit crimes that serve the function of poetry, or texts that possess the resonance of terrorism.

Nature has no Laws — only habits.

Art tells gorgeous lies that come true.

Sorcery: the systematic cultivation of enhanced consciousness or non-ordinary awareness & its deployment in the world of deeds & objects to bring about desired results.

To say that 'I will not be free till all humans (or all sentient creatures) are free' is simply to cave in to a kind of nirvana-stupor, to abdicate our humanity, to define ourselves as losers.

In short, it occurred to me that perhaps the only possible avant garde is the avant garden.

Words belong to those who use them only till someone else steals them back.

the dullard sees no eros in fine champagne; the sorcerer can fall intoxicated on a glass of water

I believe that love and peace are the right way to confront tyranny.

You will never know the moon or stars, unless you breathe in their solar system and inspect it from many diverse vantage points as possible.

It is astounding how women influence our entire ambit, and that's in this 'manly' world! They amaze you, don't they? And man, we get amazed!

Instead of telling God about your big problems, tell your problems about your big God.

I'm not really into vinyl. There's something about that raw, birth of rock and roll feel that makes me crazy.

I try not to get political, I don't want to get religious, I don't want to get controversial, I just want to have a show that relates to everybody.

When it comes to practically everything, we seem to be of two minds.

Too many of the organizations I have observed resemble a farm in Kansas. They have lots of fences and silos as well as a storm cellar.

the hymns were born in the fifteenth or sixteenth century or earlier, and listening to them was like licking an icicle: the same chill, the same purity.

Why be the sheep when you can be the wolf?