The box was a universe, a poem, frozen on the boundaries of human experience.

We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.

Remember, we are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.

Hell of a thing to have to experience, hell of a thing to have to see, to be reminded you're a human being and all it meant to be one.

If merely 'feeling good' could decide, drunkenness would be the supremely valid human experience.

I'm somebody who's super into psychology and analysis and the human psyche and the human experience.