“For me, God is cold.”

In the cold I centre myself and my breathing to transfer all my heat into the centre of my body.

I’ve done about anything I can fantasize about in the cold.

I’m able to control the body through just the power of the mind.

Every body has mind power, I have learned to direct it toward my body and thus influence the cold and heating-system of my metabolism.

We are built to be happy, strong and healthy. I fear not to live. We have everything to live up to our dreams. You have everything to achieve that, and in a very short period of time you can get all the tools to manifest who you want to be.

The whole medical industry wants us sick.

Sometimes you don’t know why but you feel attracted to do something.

Over time, we as humans have developed a different attitude towards nature and we’ve forgotten about our inner power.

We as a species have unlimited power of our mind. We can make anything happen.

Deep breathing changes the chemistry of the body by bringing oxygen into the tissue.

I love working out to Michael Jackson.

Arthritis, Crohn’s disease, psoriasis, depression – all of those diseases are a result of our neglected biochemistry. We need to be stimulated to help fight disease. Cold is a great stimulator.

Breathing exercises produce brain waves.

I want to stop war, and I want to stop disease.

I feel like I can control my own body as if I have a thermostat that I can adjust when I need to.

I know my body. I know my mind. I know what I can do.

Paper and pen petrify me, for they pierce right through me, drawing deep blue blood, leaving me utterly cold.

The outer part of me so cold like an armor impenetrable. The words you throw at me ricochet and hit you in the heart.

Sweater, n.: garment worn by child when its mother is feeling chilly.

And she is going to dance, dance hungry, dance full, dance each cold astonishing moment, now when she is young and again when she is old.

I love how British guys dress for the cold.

It’s january, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.

Cold hearts cannot serve warm love.

When the air begins to turn colder, a warmth grows in my core that says – it’s time to start new.