Your world frightens and confuses me.

Willingness to be puzzled by what seem to be obvious truths is the first step towards gaining understanding of how the world works.

What a strange world you must live in, inside your head.

Things are pretty strange in this world and people do it many ways and you are just an atom in a galaxy of possibilities and your opinions and your science and ‘What I think’ and all that, is just so much noise in a very complex and busy world. And its that same humbling perception that comes out of psychedelics. It just shows you, you’re very parochial.

You do all you can to humanize and familiarize the world, and suddenly it becomes more strange than ever.

The world has an awful beauty. This is a chaotic place, humanity is a chaotic place, and I am a chaotic place.

But now I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.

For me the world is weird because it is stupendous, awesome, mysterious, unfathomable; my interest has been to convince you that you must assume responsibility for being here, in this marvelous world, in this marvelous desert, in this marvelous time. I want to convince you that you must learn to make every act count, since you are going to be here for only a short while, in fact, too short for witnessing all the marvels of it.

As long as the world keeps spinning, people are going to be dizzy and confused.

The world’s vast and strange, Hara, but no vaster and no stranger than our minds are. Think of that sometimes.

The world is a complex place. In our struggles to simplify and understand, we often identify some bugbear and then make it responsible for all evils.

The world is a terrible place, but it’s very interesting.

It's not how the world is, but that it is, that is cause for astonishment.

"It's a strange world," I murmured, more to myself than to the other native soul. "The strangest," he agreed.