A lot of people question my image and why I do what I do, and the answer is because this is how I want to present myself.

I am a very sensitive person, very impulsive and emotional.

Suffering for your art is most definitely overrated but I do get a certain, I don't know, satisfaction from being able to deal with my paranoia and insecurity.

Let's get one thing straight: there's no such thing as the Bristol sound.

Most of the lyrics are over a year old, and it doesn't feel like it's about me. Time created a distance.

The blackness of darkness, forever.

There's not only emotion in the way you sing but also in what you sing. That way I can compensate it.

I think that after a year of Portishead I've become a little more sober.

I've just put my heart and soul in a song and need at least a week to recover.

I thought I had a clear picture of death, but now I know it's a mystery and it will always be a mystery, although it is something we all have in common: everybody knows that life ends with death.

I've had a wordless phase, and that's still not entirely over: what I sing is not always literally meant that way, and you can hear that in the way it is sung.

My mind is my canvas

Peace is possible with understanding of each other.Understanding is love for one another.

Revolution is an awakening, so is the spring! Spring is an awakening, so is the revolution!

Shiiiit. Cade weighs a lot. Way more than I thought!” I moaned/sang.

I have a great family that loves me, a record deal at 14, and I get to do what I love every day.

I've done so much songwriting and I know how to do it.

In law a man is guilty when he violates the rights of others. In ethics he is guilty if he only thinks of doing so.

The delicate sensitivity of a frightened rattlesnake.

You play Bach your way, and I’ll play him his way.