I had seen these transformations, people who had lost their will to live, coming back from their zombie states and radiating a new life force from their eyes.

All summer long; we'll be playing the festivals. We'll be Reading, we'll be Leeds, we'll be around.

That's a spiritual lifestyle, being willing to admit that you don't know everything and that you were wrong about some things. It's about making a list of all the people you've harmed, either emotionally or physically or financially, and going back and making amends. That's a spiritual lifestyle. It's not a fluffy ethereal concept.

Give her the continent and she wanted the hemisphere.

You know I love pot, and I love beer, but I am totally sober, just because it completely stopped working for me.

When I looked into her eyes, I saw an invisible spirit of something that I already loved.

I had to sit with my senses. This clear, beautiful intuition took over. I knew exactly how I felt, and I wasn't confused or clouded or compromised. I realized that none of my feelings had diminished, but I might have to lose someone I truly loved. I didn't want to run away from Claire, but I knew drug addiction was strong enough that I had to be willing, if need be, to let go of the person I'd just fallen in love with.