My shows are not narratives.

I have lived in countries that were coming out of conflict: Ireland, South Africa, the Czech republic. People there are overflowing with energy.

Ambient music must be as ignorable as it is interesting.

Stop thinking about art works as objects, and start thinking about them as triggers for experiences.

The first Velvet Underground album only sold 10,000 copies, but everyone who bought it formed a band

I had wanted a tape recorder since I was tiny. I thought it was a magic thing. I never got one until just before I went to art school.

My guitar only has five strings 'cause the top one broke and I decided not to put it back on: when I play chords I only play bar chords, and the top one always used to cut me there.

Lyrics are always misleading because they make people think that that's what the music is about.

Everything is an experiment until it has a deadline. That gives it a destination, context, and a reason.

Well, I am a dilettante. It's only in England that dilettantism is considered a bad thing. In other countries it's called interdisciplinary research.

Ambient Music must be able to accommodate many levels of listening attention without enforcing one in particular; it must be as ignorable as it is interesting.

Look! A trickle of water running through some dirt! I'd say our afternoon just got booked solid!

She may not be like everyone else, but neither am I.

Fighting, laughing, loving or crying, if it was with him, I was where I wanted to be.

I heard the spring light whisper Above the dancing stream, The world is made forever in likeness of a dream.

Once your name becomes well known, politicians come courting.

Utopia would seem to offer the spectacle of one of those rare phenomena whose concept is indistinguishable from its reality, whose ontology coincides with its representation.

I am iron butterfly ... / I am she/we / of flesh / and iron / and silk wings, / healing, flying / into a gentle blue sky.

It would not be foolish to contemplate the possibility of a far greater progress still.

She comes back Through blood by blood She returns Cut deep now Like me Humanity saves her Will she save me?

Well, all I know is what I read in the papers.