I guess you can't live at full-on intensity forever. Lying on the bed of my cell in the dark, trembling, waiting for the soldiers to come in and shoot me - you just can't keep doing that. There's something in the human spirit that won't let you live that way.

So I found myself telling my own stories. It was strange: as I did it I realised how much we get shaped by our stories. It's like the stories of our lives make us the people we are. If someone had no stories, they wouldn't be human, wouldn't exist. And if my stories had been different I wouldn't be the person I am.

Enjoyment is an incredible energizer to the human spirit.

This world… belongs to the strong, my friend! The ritual of our existence is based on the strong getting stronger by devouring the weak.

You are not your body, not your appearance. Those are only your packaging. When the physical parts of you wear out, you live on, unencumbered by the weight of flesh and beauty. You are free to soar because you were never those things. You are something more, something eternal.

Surefire things are deadening to the human spirit.