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.

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

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

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.

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

It seemed weird calling a teenager 'sir' but I'd learned to be careful with immortals. They tended to get offended easily. Then, they blew stuff up.

Many times one is forced to descend to deep, dark regions, in order to find there the greatest, noblest and freest light.

I wanted to explain so much to him at that moment, but you can't give a six-year-old the perspective of a 40-year-old, not really, so I gave him the short course.

Why was it so unlikely that you could meet your soul mate by hitting her with your vehicle? Why was it more likely you’d meet her at your cousin’s wedding?

If we die without making peace with God through His precious blood which was shed for us on the cross surely we shall end up in hellfire.

The little cares that fretted me, I lost them yesterday Among the fields above the sea, Among the winds at play.

Nothing lasts forever on this earth. But whatever's good comes back every once in a while if you let it.

If you can do something with your eyes closed, it is time to try something new.

I do believe that the Iranians are a good neighbour. The Iranians have supported the people of Yemen.

Prayer has the power to change mountains into highways.