I'm never gonna go into a studio and work for a whole year non-stop. Just every day on my own in the studio working, it's just too damn hard.

The gloves are like a second skin. They are part of me. An extension of me. I become hyperreal.

I just love crafting and shaping sounds... I like to breathe my own life into these sounds

My grand plan is that I can master having a better life by making sure I have a regular flow of songs. Then I can give myself time to tour or celebrate or write a film score.

Oily marks appear on walls / Where pleasure moments hung before

I never had any social life, just played the piano and studied, studied, studied.

Everything stems from real experiences but I do also have a very vivid imagination. A song lyric gets easily carried away with itself and can end up somewhere I'd never have predicted.

I took my life in my hands and social media has just helped me do that more.

When I finish a song, I never feel like I want to restrict its life. I feel that once I've done something, it's out. It's in people's ears, cars, headphones. It has its own journey.

I just love crafting and shaping sounds. Actually, many of the sounds that I work with start off as organic instruments - guitar, piano, clarinet, etc. But I do love the rigidity of electronic drums.

Some people think electronic music is cold, but I think that has more to do with the people listening than the actual music itself.

there have been morningsso quiet and tenderlike a poem, on Thursday's lipsthat I wonderedif I'd been kissed at all...

The little I know I owe to my ignorance.

I think it's true that if Trump wins, there will be a real activist mobilization, no doubt about it.

Gossips are frogs, they drinke and talke.

Unmitigated seriousness is always out of place in human affairs.

I guess I would be most grateful for my family and my friends and my dogs, my boyfriend. I'm grateful for a lot. I'm grateful to be healthy.

For truth and the spirit will abide with the morrow.

The British are the only people in history crass enough to have made revolutionaries out of Americans.

I don't ask for your pity, but just your understanding - no, not even that -no. Just for your recognition of me in you, and the enemy, time, in us all.

Politics are always a struggle for power, disguised and modified by prudence, reason and moral pretext.