I'll alight upon words because I think they suggest any number of things.

I’ve started thinking about pure electronic music again. Something very melodic, very aggressive.

The older ideas are rendering more and more bland music.

I'm starting to play all the melodies with kind of keyboard sound but playing it from the bass guitar.

Your responsibility as an artist is to experiment.

I make music to generate atmospheres, not to complement already existing ones.

But I always communicate with the audience. I never pretend like I'm just in my bedroom making a track. The whole point of doing a gig is, like, a feedback thing between you and the audience.

I like my stuff 'cause I only ever end up with tracks that I really, really like. It always appeals to me.

Because, when I'm making music, I don't think about anything, you know? All I think about is what I want to hear. So that for me is what I want - I want my head to be constantly being rearranged.

The only way to find that territory is trying to keep your mind constantly open. That's the only way that you're ever going to see the sort of signs of where to go.

I've never really been that much of a fan of Ninja Tune.

Freedom is...the right to write the wrong words.

Just because you spent 4 years studying a subject doesn't mean you have to suffer the rest of your 40 years doing the same.

My father prayed because he had a good friend with whom to share the problems of the day.

Whenever you talk about writing I think you have to remember that it all has a big question mark over it - every word has a big question mark over it.

I love witches and magic and dress-up and make-believe.

Post-operatively the transplanted kidney functioned immediately with a dramatic improvement in the patient's renal and cardiopulmonary status.

Most pro bodybuilders have bad relationships with their fathers. We want to prove something.

You’re so beautiful. I wish I’d seen you as a child. (Acheron) You didn’t miss much. I had buck teeth and stringy hair. (Kat)

A born terror, a rebel without a pause... Ain't never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus?

Come, ye saints, look here and wonder, See the place where Jesus lay; He has burst His bands asunder; He has borne our sins away; Joyful tidings, Yes, the Lord has risen to-day.