I became slightly disillusioned, but in a really good way that enabled me to realize that the music was the most important thing, and that the rest of it is total bullshit.

Transport drives me crazy. I find myself on this constant conveyor belt and the planes, buses, traffic jams, ugh.

Be you own hero, be your own saviour, send all your suffering into the fire. Let no foot, mark your ground, let no hand, hold you down.

I'm getting older every day, and I'm going to be making music until I drop dead.

Part of being human is having a sense of humor.

An electronic instrument is just harboring a natural element the same way that a guitar is harboring an acoustic element. It's all nature, really.

To me, there's never been a difference between electronic and acoustic. I've always had this idea that electricity is another element like wind or fire or water.

I think more about sounds rather than concepts.

The world can get a bit ugly sometimes.

I finally realized that so much of the music world is about how much money you've got, how much you can pay to make your record successful.

Growing up, I never thought about the thing called money.

A learned fool is more a fool than an ignorant fool.

Don't listen to anyone. Trust what gives you pleasure. Trust the emotions. If you love something but can't explain why, that's enough

Walking away from bad situations and negative people sets a healthier tone for the rest of your life. It also gives those who do not know any better the opportunity to self-correct.

May your heart always be joyful. May your song always be sung.

If your work is so smart that only smart people get it, it's not that smart.

I enjoyed the army reserve, and I learned a lot from it, but I also... it helped me work out that I didn't want to live in that kind of closed environment.

Will power is but the unflinching purpose to carry the task you set for yourself to fulfillment.

A little while the rose, And after that the thorn; An hour of dewy morn, And then the glamour goes. Ah, love in beauty born, A little while the rose!

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding they brav'ry in their rotten smoke?

So, the world happens twice-- once what we see it as; second it legends itself deep, the way it is.