I sit at the piano for a couple of hours and tinker away until I get something. I am a nocturnal spirit, like an owl.

I have three brothers. Poor Mum; four boys.

When I come up with something that I feel like people will connect with that makes me happy because I know that it would be something that would just go beyond me.

I feel like so many people get into that place where creating for someone else is selling out and it is so not about that. It is a stupid, kind of pretentious way of thinking.

I feel like writing music is a great chance to create something that extends beyond yourself.

If we all knew how to make that jump from good to great then I think every song would be great.

Something like film, I guess there are so many elements to it, like the dialogue and what makes sense culturally.

There is a balance in between where you can still make art, but it does not have to be insular.

You don't make a film and then be like I am only going to play it in my house and no-one is going to see it - that is ridiculous.

I feel like it is only music where people are like, "You can't do this for other people, you have to do it for yourself." Which I hate.

I think my first song ever was when my cat died. It was this awful, dreadful black cat who was angry and hated everything. Yet I was so upset when it died.

Fear is like a disease that can be fatal if not treated on time.

The greatest luxury of riches is that they enable you to escape so much good advice.

I'm just a down-to-earth guy.

Wicked ones are like fire. Even if pu on hea, they burn only. They do not leave unhurt even their well - wishers and benefactors.

All I know for sure is that issues like race, like class, are always best approached with compassion and open-mindedness.

I don't want to see Superman replaced with Superboy.

Every imperfection you have as a man makes a sound as it knifes through satin sheets.

Fear's greatest weapon is its ability to blind one to anything. In its presence, we forget there are others to consider, things to save besides ourselves.

No thought, no mind, no choice — just being silent, rooted in yourself.

Well, isn’t that interesting. (Bubba) I ain’t your science experiment, Bubba. I don’t want to be interesting and I definitely don’t want to be a nubby treat for the zombies. (Nick)