I got a feeling I had loads when I was in primary school, 'cause I had red hair; you know, like Duracell.

Forget all the equipment, forget the music, at the end of the day it's just literally frequencies and their effects on your brain. That's what's everyone's essentially after.

I've got a weird balance problem as a human being, like I'm dizzy, and it's something to do with that.

You change all the time. Everything changes you.

It's not about what equipment you have, it's what you do with it.

I'm just some irritating, lying, ginger kid from Cornwall who should have been locked up in some youth detention centre. I just managed to escape and blag it into music.

It's really funny, because if you make up words, then people project their own meanings onto it, which I find interesting.

A lot of composers before me have been on this mission to change the world by getting off equal temperament, and I'm definitely one of those.

When you get new rules that work, you're changing the physiology of your brain. And then your brain has to reconfigure itself in order to deal with it.

The best musicians or sound-artists are people who never considered themselves to be artists or musicians.

It sounds really arrogant, but my music's my favourite music ever. I prefer it to anyone else's.

Trust your imagination, dreams, and hopes. Just never forget to take actions to justify your trust.

People move on. Friendship end.

Being insulted by a smart-mouthed little punk like you.. really pisses me off!

The fact that you have been knocked down is interesting, but the length of time you remained down is important.

Never let money get in the way of an idea

A democracy is a compromise by its nature. It's not a dictatorship.

Peace of mind produces right values, right values produce right thoughts. Right thoughts produce right actions.

It only takes a handful of big winners to make a lifetime of investing worthwhile.

The virtue of female slaves is wholly at the mercy of irresponsible tyrants, and women are bought and sold in our slave markets, to gratify the brutal lust of those who bear the name of Christians.

Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.