We took off our clothes, and we were basically in a sphere of love and light and warmth, and the rest of the world disappeared. It was better than I ever could have dreamed, it was that thing I had been looking for, that love mixed with the rapture of sex.

In terms of having high hopes that the level of consciousness will get higher and higher, yeah.

I'm a crier - let me know if you need some tips. I could cry every day, in a good way.

I like the idea of defying the convention of what it is to be in your 40s, or 50s, or 60s.

Changing and inventing new things is great. That's what we like to do.

I don't even bother trying to picture a perfect world, because I don't think that perfection is something to strive for. I prefer imperfection. That's what makes things special. You know, things that change

Death by evaporation. May the saltwater wind that gets shot out of a barreling wave blow me away like an old puffy dandelion into the sky.