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

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.

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.

Oily marks appear on walls / Where pleasure moments hung before

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.

If you believe the world is conspiring against you it will just do that

Nothing is perfect and this is the perfect reason for men to keep on learning, understanding and discovering.

When you love someone, you're willing to give up damn near anything for them to be happy.

...the making of stories is only one part of my craft -mainly, I'm a heart whisperer...

What better can any of us do than to reach for our own stars ... and know which they are?

And still, laughter is akin to weeping.

I never wanted to separate from either wife. It was accumulated stress. We had virtually no time to ourselves. After politics we were both working very hard to establish new careers.

Education, the great mumbo jumbo and fraud of the age.

Dazed and disoriented, I looked up from the bright red blood pulsing out of my arm - into the fevered eyes of the six suddenly ravenous vampires.