“While we advance exponentially in technological capability, our spiritual or 'biological technology,' our maturity as a species, is still two or three thousand years in the past. This is because many of us live according to ideas that were original… — James Curcio Copy Share Image
“It is slow, gradual pressure that is the formula for both genius and earthquakes. Life tells us our secrets in these cracks, the way events conspire with each other in hidden grottos. This movement is at times very subtle, over… — James Curcio Copy Share Image
“Afterwards, over drinks, one of the barbarians asked me what I dreamt of. I, of course, was taken aback. They say barbarians don't dream.… — James Curcio Copy Share Image
“A biologist with a history of tooth decay invents a symbiotic microbe which lives in the human mouth and feeds by cleaning our teeth.… — James Curcio Copy Share Image
“We fell in love with that little peep-show projection on the inside of an iris, pictures that amount to nothing more than the thirsty… — James Curcio Copy Share Image
“While we advance exponentially in technological capability, our spiritual or 'biological technology,' our maturity as a species, is still two or three thousand years… — James Curcio Copy Share Image
“It is slow, gradual pressure that is the formula for both genius and earthquakes. Life tells us our secrets in these cracks, the way… — James Curcio Copy Share Image
“You still long for freedom, my friend, and that longing is your cage. You do not even realize what you are missing, or what… — James Curcio Copy Share Image
“All mystics have had psychotic breakdowns, although not all psychotics are mystics.” — James Curcio Copy Share Image
“Everything you think about is a meditation, and you could say that the very form of your consciousness follows what you put your attention… — James Curcio Copy Share Image
“Anyone who is truly crazy, in my book, wouldn't be able to understand the dialectic of crazy and not-crazy. Listen, I've worked for the… — James Curcio Copy Share Image
“She rubbed the skin off your headstone of a sternum and painted a sad picture of herself in your eyes. We fell in love… — James Curcio Copy Share Image
