And since He bids me seek His face Believe His word and trust His grace I'll cast on Him my every care And wait for thee sweet hour of prayer.

Beauty, therefore, for the modern and postmodern artist has become a highly dubious metaphor for a discredited belief system.

Who is one's audience, the spiritually hostile professional art world or one's visually insensitive Christian neighbour?

Postmodernism has not overcome the problems of modernism, but only compounded them with a dosis of cynicism, relativism and indifference.

Beyond a narrow, elite audience, there is a pervasive sense from the side of the public that much contemporary art fails to connect - a failure not evident throughout centuries of earlier art.

In seasons of distress and grief My soul has often found relief And oft escaped the tempter's snare By thy return sweet hour of prayer.

Rejection. Rejection. You can't handle rejection!

Things are never quite as scary when you've got a best friend.

But I feel music has a very important role in ritual activity, and that being able to join in musical activity, along with dancing, could have been necessary at a very early stage of human culture.

A lot of young writers are very precious about their words. Don't be - you've got to be ready to burn stuff. You're not as good as you think you are, at least not yet.

Psychoanalysis is the mental illness it purports to cure

Jung Min’s palms are always sweating and he wears strange socks!

I know when I'm onstage, I don't think about how it looks, I just concentrate on really feeling what I hear. But I totally know I look like Gollum when I perform, so it's cool.

That's the weird thing about music: It's never for anyone to own.

Grace is within you. If it were external, it would be useless.

I'm already 30! It doesn't really feel like a landmark. When I started out, my aim was to keep making records. Just because I've reached the 10th doesn't mean I'm going to rest on my laurels now!