Russell Brand

You must not feel persecuted and examined. Liberate yourself from the idea that people are watching you.

How we treat the vulnerable is how we define ourselves as a species.

One of the great sadnesses of modern life, because of our disenfranchisement and disillusionment with religion, is that we don't have access to these ideas. Yoga and meditation, for me, is a way of, in this secular world, accessing very very beautiful principles that would perhaps make us happier, at a time when people feel disillusioned with the economy, concerned about the ecology, worried with politicians, and don't trust what they're being told on television.

The revolution that's required isn't a revolution of radical ideas, but the implementation of ideas we already have.

Drugs and alcohol are not my problem, reality is my problem, drugs and alcohol are my solution.

I'm quite a neurotic thinker, quite an adrenalized person. But after meditation, I felt this beautiful serenity and selfless connection.

I thought I was promiscuous, but it turns out I was just thorough.

I didn't cross the line, you drew it in after I traversed it.

Life is not a theme park, and if it is, the theme is death.

Thus another friendship was dashed on the cruel rocks amid the storm of my self-destruction.

See all these buildings, Russell? All these buildings were once a drawing on a piece of paper, and before that they were an idea in someone’s head. Any idea that you have, you can make manifest.

I missed him, of course, but sometimes close friendships have a tidal beat that pulls you towards different shores though the ocean that connects you remains.

Of all the consumer products, chewing gum is perhaps the most ridiculous: it literally has no nourishment – you just chew it to give yourself something to do with your stupid idiot Western mouth. Half the world is starving, and the other’s going, ‘I don’t actually need any nutrition, but it would be good to masticate, just to keep my mind off things.

Rebel children, I urge you, fight the turgid slick of conformity with which they seek to smother your glory.

If you strip away self-effacement, charm and the spirit of mischief-qualities that make determination and ambition tolerable- you're left with a right ar**hole.

We all need something to help us unwind at the end of the day. You might have a glass of wine, or a joint, or a big delicious blob of heroin to silence your silly brainbox of its witterings but there has to be some form of punctuation, or life just seems utterly relentless.

Life’s never a postcard of life, is it? It never feels like how you’d want it to look.

Be led by your talent, not by your self-loathing; those other things you just have to manage.

To this day, I feel a fierce warmth for women that have the same disregard for the social conventions of sexual protocol as I do. I love it when I meet a woman and her sexuality is dancing across her face, so it's apparent that all we need to do is nod and find a cupboard.