Terence McKenna Quotes

Ecstasy is a complex emotion containing elements of joy, fear, terror, triumph, surrender, and empathy. What has replaced our prehistoric understanding of this complex of ecstasy now is the word comfort, a tremendously bloodless notion. Drugs are not comfortable, and anyone who thinks they are comfortable or even escapist should not toy with drugs unless they’re willing to get their noses rubbed in their own stuff.

When I feel something, I feel it to the ninth power.

'm really proud of 'Sad, Sad World' because it manages to state a very complex paradox of an emotion that I experienced when I had children, which is this great happiness and this great intensity, but with that intensity comes a deeper understanding of the world.

Countless as the sands of the sea are human passions.

I want to feel passion, I want to feel pain. I want to weep at the sound of your name. Come make me laugh, come make me cry... just make me feel alive.

Deep experience is never peaceful.

Our lives are full of all the genres. Fear and hope and sadness.

As a parent, you experience the most of everything. The most love, the most fear, the most hurt and the most tired, the most of every emotion.

I think I'm drawn to writing about something which feels intense and important.

It's fun to get really intense and emotionally detailed and complicated.

You're terrified that nothing will ever give you the fulfillment that dancing has given you.

If you're trying to write about very strong horror, very strong fear or very strong emotion, it's easy to overwrite it.

We're going to finally wrassle to the ground this gigantic orgasm that is just out of control.

Life is as horrifyingly frightening as it is hilarious.

I don't like 'comedy,' I like 'life,' which has everything in it.

I'd say that I'm a really quite a joyful person in general, but I think the idea of joy can be extremely complex, and rich and varied.

To be mad is to feel with excruciating intensity the sadness and joy of a time which has not arrived or has already been.

Passion is like the lightning, it is beautiful, and it links the earth to heaven, but alas it blinds!

Hate can be passionate or disengaged; it can come from dislike but also from fear.

Ecstasy and vulnerability belonged in the same dish. The fear the cup would be snatched away was what gave the wine its savor.

It is fear that I stand most in fear of, in sharpness it exceeds every other feeling.

I tend to be much more in the present and my emotions are simpler. I can be happy, I can be sad, I can be depressed, but there's a complexity that I don't have. I don't brood the same way. Fear is my main emotion.

Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd be truly dead.

For words of rapture groping, they"Never such love," swore "ever before was!"

I love my boys so much I fear my heart will explode. I wonder if this love will crack open my chest and split me in half. It is scary, this love.