Dub music is like a long echo delay, looping through time...turning the rational musical order into an ocean of sensation.

Being a critic is a terrific method for killing your love of art.

Like a fly bouncing uselessly off a closed window, I'm caught at a moment when the effort of finding new ways to perceive the world feels just out of reach for me.

Sometimes I'd like everybody who is stuck, or lost, or vacant to stay that way and keep silent for as long as it takes, but that's the critic in me talking.

The longer we live, the more we are obliged to confront the deeper meaning of what it is we do.

I had the idea to do an anthology about instrument-making.

Logically there is nothing new to say about the New. Or maybe it's just a problem of articulating unfamiliar perceptions.

Sound: always in a state of emergence or decay

People don't have to put you in a box. You can have the confidence to move across, and combine and learn from each different practice. They inform each other.

Paul [ Burwell] and I had also got interested in making books. We'd been working with Bob Cobbing, the sound poet, since the beginning of the 70s, and Bob had this press called Writers Forum.

I don't mean I give the same intensity to everything I do - if I did that, I'd be dead, but I'm very conscious, I make notes, and I have a fairly good idea of what's happening in my life.

Inspiration moves one from Pessimism to Optimism, from Doubt to Faith, from Despair to Hope, and from Darkness to Light!

It takes only a bit of tragedy to destroy insta-love.

He did it with all his heart and prospered.

When in doubt, I read Oscar Wilde.

At Length the Fox turnes Monk.

I'm too amused by the way people carry on to give in to despair.

Color is a very personal thing. You need to make sure to choose a color that makes you happy. But I don't recommend accent walls - choose a color you can live with on all four walls.

Grace! 'tis a charming Sound, Harmonious to my Ear! Heav'n with the Echo shall resound, And all the Earth shall hear.

I have never found, in anything outside of the four walls of my study, an enjoyment equal to sitting at my writing desk with a clean page, a new theme, and a mind awake.

To build may have to be the slow and laborious task of years. To destroy can be the thoughtless act of a single day.