Sometimes, I look out at nature and I think, 'Everything here is obeying my conjecture.' It's a wonderfully narcissistic feeling.

I look out of this window and I think this is a cosmos, this is a huge creation, this is one small corner of it. The trees and birds and everything else and I'm part of it. I didn't ask to be put here, I've been lucky in finding myself here.

I think that I have sold out sometimes.

I think there is still a bit of conjecture about what we want to do,

I think anyone that isn't fired up right now shouldn't probably be out here.

I think I have a dualistic nature.