Of course the sands of Present Time are running out from under our feet. And why not? The Great Conundrum: 'What are… — Brion Gysin Copy Share Image
I could easily blast so much keef night and day I become a bouhali; a real-gone crazy, a holy untouchable madman unto whom everything… — Brion Gysin Copy Share Image
You should never do two things. You should hammer one nail all your life, and I didn't do that; I hammered on a lot… — Brion Gysin Copy Share Image
What are we here for? Does the great metaphysical nut revolve around that? Well, I'll crack it for you, right now. What are we… — Brion Gysin Copy Share Image
When ya gotta goNow we know what we are here for. We are not here to love fear and serve any old bearded but… — Brion Gysin Copy Share Image
I enjoy inventing things out of fun. After all, life is a game, not a career. — Brion Gysin Copy Share Image
The resulting texts always took a narrative term, enigmatic at first but ultimately explicit and often premonitory. The semantic distribution of these basic elements… — Brion Gysin Copy Share Image
As no two people see the world the same way, all trips from here to there are imaginary; all truth is a tale I… — Brion Gysin Copy Share Image
Writers don't own their words. Since when do words belong to anybody. "Your very own words," indeed ! And who are you? — Brion Gysin Copy Share Image
Of course the sands of Present Time are running out from under our feet. And why not? The Great Conundrum: 'What are we here… — Brion Gysin Copy Share Image
The poets are supposed to liberate the words – not chain them in phrases. Who told the poets they were supposed to think? Poets… — Brion Gysin Copy Share Image
“some trillions of years ago a sloppy, dirty giant flicked grease from his fingers. One of those gobs of grease is our universe on… — Brion Gysin Copy Share Image
