‘Now tell me, what do you think heaven is, Ray?’‘I don’t know. The closest I can think of is a feeling. Or an energy. It’s probably love. You just join love. They say you see your grandparents again or whatever, but it won’t be like that. You don’t see, but you feel them. You join their love and everyone else’s love who ever lived.’

It’s about love. Plain and simple. That’s God: love. And it transcends mere goodness.

Justice is a moral issue, love a spiritual one.

Kindness isn’t the same as love.

Compared to agape, kindness is shit.

Sinead and Prince are right. Nothing, absolutely nothing can compare to the real stuff.

Someone’s truth is in what they love.

Love is in action, it’s in what you spend your time doing.

Love is not an art, it is a force, and the act of love is one that must be put into motion. It is a performance! Needing natural, impulsive brio!