I just love crafting and shaping sounds... I like to breathe my own life into these sounds

The gloves are like a second skin. They are part of me. An extension of me. I become hyperreal.

My grand plan is that I can master having a better life by making sure I have a regular flow of songs. Then I can give myself time to tour or celebrate or write a film score.

I'm never gonna go into a studio and work for a whole year non-stop. Just every day on my own in the studio working, it's just too damn hard.

Oily marks appear on walls / Where pleasure moments hung before

I never had any social life, just played the piano and studied, studied, studied.

Everything stems from real experiences but I do also have a very vivid imagination. A song lyric gets easily carried away with itself and can end up somewhere I'd never have predicted.

I took my life in my hands and social media has just helped me do that more.

When I finish a song, I never feel like I want to restrict its life. I feel that once I've done something, it's out. It's in people's ears, cars, headphones. It has its own journey.

I just love crafting and shaping sounds. Actually, many of the sounds that I work with start off as organic instruments - guitar, piano, clarinet, etc. But I do love the rigidity of electronic drums.

Some people think electronic music is cold, but I think that has more to do with the people listening than the actual music itself.

The gift of willingness is the only thing that stands between the quiet desperation of a disingenuous life and the actualization of unexpressed potential.

That's the cool thing about having a best friend. They know what your pain feels like already, so you don't have to explain it.

Leadership is a longterm game.

If you wait, you can have what you want,

I've already done everything there is to do. Now it's just a matter of doing what I love to do.

We look, but we don't really see; we hear, but we don't really listen.

Real men don't do pickup lines just to sweep off every girls' feet. They do and trust their own instincts knowing what the girls' wants and needs. Vying to win their hearts.

Real sharpness comes without effort.

The night is black, as black as night.

If sin rules in me, God's life in me will be killed; if God rules in me, sin in me will be killed.