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

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.

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.

It sounds really arrogant, but my music's my favourite music ever. I prefer it to anyone else's.

To some education is just a bore

What's happening now is what happened before, and often what's going to happen again sometime or other

I believe that when death closes our eyes we shall awaken to a light, of which our sunlight is but the shadow.

The No. 1 impediment to women succeeding in the workforce is now in the home.

For sleep, riches and health to be truly enjoyed, they must be interrupted.

Personal columnists are jackals and no jackal has been known to live on grass once he had learned about meat - no matter who killed the meat for him.

Crowds are influenced mainly by images produced by the judicious employment of words and formulas

Of a life of luxury the fruit is luxury, whether in agriculture, or commerce, or literature, or art.

Pompey bade Sylla recollect that more worshipped the rising than the setting sun.

Who can love to walk in the dark? But providence doth often so dispose.