"I think of myself as somebody not at home, I suppose. Not at home anywhere, not at home ever...not comfortable in themselves in their supposed lives, in their nation, in their bodies, in everything. There are lots of people who feel very certain about themselves, where they're born, what it means. I never felt that way... I don't think of that as a negative feeling. To me, it's creative. It's the people who feel that they belong very strongly who put the fear of God into me, to be honest."

“In my own work I do everything by hand, I don't project. I do spend a lot of time trying to perfect my line-work and my hand but, my hand will always be imperfect, because it’s human.  If I spend a lot of time going over the line and over the line trying to make it straight, I will never be able to make it straight. From a distance it might look straight but when you get close up you can always see the line waiver, and I think that’s where the beauty is..."

brainpickings.org creator Maria Popova writes about what she reads; a process which has led to a thorough exploration of what it means to live a de...

"None of us are well treated by culture, yet we glorify the creative potential of the individual, the rights of the individual, we understand the felt presence of experience is what is most important. But the culture is a perversion; it fetishises objects, it creates consumer mania, it preaches endless forms of false happiness, endless forms of false understanding in the form of squirrely religions and silly cults. It invites people to diminish themselves and dehumanise themselves by behaving like machines; processors of memes passed down from Madison Avenue and Hollywood...By putting the ‘Art’ peddle to the metal, we really, I think, maximise our humanness…and become much more necessary and incomprehensible to the machines.”––Terence McKenna, 1999

"Wouldn't you like to see a positive LSD story on the news? To base your decision on information rather than scare tactics and superstition? Perhaps? Wouldn't that be interesting? Just for once?

"Today, a young man on acid realised that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration. That we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There is no such thing as death, life is only a dream and we're the imagination of ourselves. Here's Tom with the weather.”

–– Bill Hicks

“Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others…”