I want to become less and less about the laptop. That's what's lovely about an orchestra - the physicality, the way every gesture relates to something you're hearing.

I had thought everyone in the electronic world would be so laid back, but there's as many cliques and prejudices as any other world.

There's something strange about a laptop, how you can make the tiniest gesture and make the biggest sound. I don't feel I've resolved working a sense of performance into a piece yet.

I feel happier knowing a starting point came from me. And I like stuff that gives you a physical reaction.

I've never been really interested in music, classical or otherwise, where the craft is more important than the result. I realized quickly that I'd never be a technical electronic musician.

Quite often, when I describe to people what I want, I'll say "overwhelming" - I want it to feel like it's phy

Performances are so defined by their venues - it'd be nice for the music to dictate more of the reaction.

I try to listen to stuff that makes me happy for other reasons, rather than being musically inspiring.

With the classical stuff, I've always been better at the big brushstrokes and broad textures than spending ages honing a chord, or tweaking a sample.

Other friends have said, "I don't understand why you've used this trumpet-style sound rather than a real one when you know you can write for trumpet." But it's most important to get the energy right.

You alwaysdrop by, to en-lighten my mind, when my wings arefeeling heavy &i've forgottenhow tofly.

Just because he was not a monster did not mean he wouldn’t be treated as one.

It is very humbling to see my own character defects in someone who annoys me. At the end of the day, I realize they have actually prompted positive change in me.

There's wickedness, dark as night. There are things that are wicked and if you touch them, they know you. They know where to find you now. - Knock Knock

Any country that accepts abortion is not teaching its people to love but to use violence to get what they want.

Love, not because of beauty, because of who they are.

Aaron's therapist calls him a wounded bird, but, I ask you, who wouldn't care for a wounded bird? What kind of person sees a bird with a broken wing, cat on the horizon, and walks on by?

Do you know New York stifles me? It makes me so unhappy. There are so many things I want, and so many things I cannot afford to have. I don't see how people ever have money enough to live here.

Ask yourself what you would do even if you were never paid. That’s a clue to what you should be doing and of course finding a way to be paid for it.

The time for the destruction of the world and its people hath arrived.