"The consensus doesn't explain our lives. But - what does?"
"By the time we're finished you're all going to be practicing magicians."
In which a drunk Grant Morrison (who is going to be coming up on drugs roughly half an hour in) explains himself. I'm pleased to see that (whether Morrison knows it or not), a lot of the more sensible things he says about metaphysics are drawn from Spinoza (similarly, I get the impression he's read R.D. Laing's The Divided Self). And the stuff he says about the individual and duality, about the cops and John Wayne Gacy, about the dark side of human nature is great. Mad, beautiful, dangerous stuff - he might be my favourite writer, really.