Quotes About Marijuana

The most dangerous thing you can do with marijuana. Is get caught with it.

Any sight of longish hair evoked the Beatles, the civil rights movement, beatniks (hippie awareness in Jacksonville in 1963 was minimal), and marijuana.

Day by day, month by month, doubt by doubt, law and order became fascism; education, constraint; work, alienation; revolution, mere sport; leisure, a privilege of class; marijuana, a harmless weed; family, a stifling hothouse; affluence, oppression; success, a social disease; sex, an innocent pastime; youth, a permanent tribunal; maturity, the new senility; discipline, an attack on personality; Christianity... and the West... and white skin...

They showed up right after you got there?" I asked. "Well, no, Erik and I smoked some weed first. I guess we were there for an hour or so." "Maybe an hour and a half," said Erik. "That long?" "It was good weed.

It's high time to address research into medical marijuana. Our country has experimented with a variety of state solutions without properly delving into the weeds on the effectiveness, safety, dosing, administration, and quality of medical marijuana.

I refer the cynical reader back to the 31-year-old scientist quoted earlier who said "I can feel myself actually fusing with the other person – it is difficult to know even anatomically what part of myself is me and what part is the woman." He was not even using ritual programming to get that result; the drug alone led him there, and it was only comparatively weak marijuana, not the stronger hashish.

As we mentioned earlier, knowledge of cannabis goes back to at least the New Stone Age, when our ancestors in the Near East buried their dead with specimens of marijuana – perhaps to keep them happy on the voyage to the "other side," or perhaps to bargain with the denizens upon their arrival. This shows the same religious awe for this plant that, according to U.S. government officials, was only invented in the 1960s as an excuse to smoke it.

Too old and too respectable to be considered sinister, Louis T. Culling has headed a sex-occult group called the G.B.G. (Great Body of God) since the 1930s. In A Manual of Sex Magic, published in 1971, Culling frankly admits his debt to Crowley's teachings. Only in an appendix does he grant that some find that this magic works even better with marijuana, and then he adds that the G.B.G. does not recommend this since it involves breaking the law.

Perhaps, in the year 2598, some historians will claim that there never were "hippies," while others will claim that hippies existed but didn't actually smoke marijuana, and a third group will insist that the hippies, always stoned out of the skulls on belladonna, ran through the streets attacking innocent bystanders.

If organized religion is the opium of the masses, then disorganized religion is the marijuana of the lunatic fringe.

Dennis sold vintage weed: Humboldt Homegrown, Eureka Gold, weed from back in the day when marijuana was leafy and harsh and full of seeds but delivered a high that was the weed equivalent of vinyl: "whorled" and "crosshatched," "sonorous" and "plump" (Dennis's MFA in poetry served him well in these marketing descriptions)—in other words, authentic in ways that the bloodless, odorless tinctures that passed for weed nowadays were not.

Lexie didn't like the way alcohol slowed down her thinking, said it was like putting on a thick, fuzzy bear suit that was hot and uncomfortable and made the world seem muffled. She claimed that marijuana leveled her out, helped slow her racing thoughts so the rest of her could catch up.

Americans not only smoke more marijuana but also imprison more people for marijuana than any other western industrialized nation.

Sometimes I'm asked by kids why I condemn marijuana when I haven't tried it. The greatest obstetricians in the world have never been pregnant.

Regulating and taxing marijuana would simultaneously save taxpayers billions of dollars in enforcement and incarceration costs, while providing many billions of dollars in revenue annually.

Nimbin now continues life in its post-Aquarian form as an icon of alternative living, or, taking the view from the street as a measure, a fossilised relic of hippiedom, a marijuana-pickled, bad-taste rural slum.

The Americans take a product that literally grows on trees and turn it into a valuable commodity. Without them, cocaine and marijuana would be like oranges, and instead of making billions smuggling it, I'd be making pennies doing stoop labor in some California field, picking it.

The only dead bodies from marijuana are in the prisons and at the hands of the police. This is ridiculous.

Hempseed produces no observable high for humans or birds.

I think hard drugs are disgusting. But I must say, I think marijuana is pretty lightweight.

Marijuana is a much bigger part of the American addiction problem than most people - teens or adults - realize.

I had no idea that the loss of marijuana income had led to the Mexican, South American, and Chinese drug cartels plowing under their marijuana fields to plant poppies and to flood the United States market with cheap and affordable heroin. This

A token of bathroom stoner etiquette.

Andrew Grenville's tailored polling reveals Cascadians tend to be less trusting of religion and more tolerant of marijuana (see above) and homosexual relationships than others across the continent. Even though Cascadians' individualism could harm their chances of building strong communities, Grenville believes that their live-and-let-live attitude, optimism and self-responsibility could create a culture that serves as a beacon to the planet.