God is in the mountains. Impassive, immovable, jagged giants, separating the celestial from the terrestrial with eternal diagonal certainty. As if silently monitoring the beating heart of the creator from the universe's perfect birth. Stood in the thin air and the awe, one inhales God, involuntarily acknowledging that we are but fragments of a whole, a higher thing. The mountains remind me of my place, as a servant to truth and wonder. Yes, God is in the mountains. Perhaps the pulpit too and even in the piety of an atheist's sigh. I don't know; but I feel him in the mountains.

If people associate you with the idea of loads of money, they in turn will give some of that money to you.

Thus another friendship was dashed on the cruel rocks amid the storm of my self-destruction.

If you've got any concern at all about animal welfare, you've got to not eat meat.

When you fall in love you recognise you're not the most important person in the world, and your focus becomes another person.

What it felt to me was like the dissolution of my idea of myself. I felt like separateness evaporated. I felt this tremendous sense of oneness. I'm quite an erratic thinker, quite an adrenalized person, but through meditation, I found this beautiful serenity and selfless connection. My tendency towards selfishness, I felt that kind of exposed as a superficial and pointless perspective to have. I felt very relaxed, a sense of oneness. I felt love.

When I was growing up, I thought I'd be a lot happier if I was famous and successful and if I had money.