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

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

When there is no oxygen the muscles become acidic and we can’t perform any more.

That’s what nature meant us to do, breathe deep when we are stressed.

Nature is so merciless – but so righteous.

Breathing and using cold, through cold showers and experiences, provides a boost of performance compared to anything that would be possible if the person had not done that.

Love is my mission.

As one can solve maths by concentrating do I focus on certain places in my body and generate heat because of it.

For me, God is cold.

Men need to laugh more.

I found by deeper breathing, going into the cold, thinking about it, dealing with it; getting the conviction that my ability to breathe deeper is making connections with my body.

With work and life, your true depth can become an alien thing to you. Your gut feelings, your instincts become buried.

I want to show everyone in this world that the soul is the source of our happiness, strength and health. Love actually comes from the soul, from the light.

Bodies are real entities. Surfaces and lines are but fictitious entities. A surface without depth, a line without thickness, was never seen by any man; no; nor can any conception be seriously formed of its existence.

If only were my skin like art shining against the mould, if only my body were a canvas brave if only.

When will the leaves begin to change in this body of mine?

They called me a lost cause but I’m not the boy I once was I’ve paid full price for each mistake now I know, how much this body can take.

My pent-up passion seeped out like gas from a leaky stove, your touch was the spark I needed to set my body on fire.

I have emptied myself of a heavy burden today lifted it out of my body and placed it down its not the end but it’s a beginning.

Longing made a home in my body.

Her face was art and her body was poetry in a short black dress.