I used to love jungle. I still think it's the ultimate genre, really, because the people making it weren't musicians.

Forget all the equipment, forget the music, at the end of the day it's just literally frequencies and their effects on your brain. That's what's everyone's essentially after.

I got a feeling I had loads when I was in primary school, 'cause I had red hair; you know, like Duracell.

I've got a weird balance problem as a human being, like I'm dizzy, and it's something to do with that.

You change all the time. Everything changes you.

It's not about what equipment you have, it's what you do with it.

I'm just some irritating, lying, ginger kid from Cornwall who should have been locked up in some youth detention centre. I just managed to escape and blag it into music.

It's really funny, because if you make up words, then people project their own meanings onto it, which I find interesting.

A lot of composers before me have been on this mission to change the world by getting off equal temperament, and I'm definitely one of those.

When you get new rules that work, you're changing the physiology of your brain. And then your brain has to reconfigure itself in order to deal with it.

The best musicians or sound-artists are people who never considered themselves to be artists or musicians.

All statistics have outliers.

Find your passion and run with it. Anything is possible.

Be mule-like stubborn about your happy

Every man who knows how to read has it in his power to magnify himself, to multiply the ways in which he exists, to make his life full, significant and interesting.

In every artist we can perceive a man with both a message and a method. His message may be innate in him, but his method he has to acquire from others.

Geez, all that money we waste on space exploration; just think how many bombs that would buy!

If we are in tune with Nature, all her music can find a way into the heart. When bird music is rare, their occasional songs are precious to the ear.

I was a Stephen King fan and I was amazed that I got the chance to play that role and very glad that I did.

In any case, the fear of subservience is quite imaginary.

There is that might-have-been which is the single rock we cling to above the maelstrom of unbearable reality.