I've just put my heart and soul in a song and need at least a week to recover.

I am a very sensitive person, very impulsive and emotional.

A lot of people question my image and why I do what I do, and the answer is because this is how I want to present myself.

Suffering for your art is most definitely overrated but I do get a certain, I don't know, satisfaction from being able to deal with my paranoia and insecurity.

Let's get one thing straight: there's no such thing as the Bristol sound.

Most of the lyrics are over a year old, and it doesn't feel like it's about me. Time created a distance.

The blackness of darkness, forever.

There's not only emotion in the way you sing but also in what you sing. That way I can compensate it.

I think that after a year of Portishead I've become a little more sober.

I thought I had a clear picture of death, but now I know it's a mystery and it will always be a mystery, although it is something we all have in common: everybody knows that life ends with death.

I've had a wordless phase, and that's still not entirely over: what I sing is not always literally meant that way, and you can hear that in the way it is sung.

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Mother are wife are saints, If they are not together

We priests are the surgeons of souls, and it is our duty to deliver them of shameful secrets they would fain conceal, with hands careful to neither wound no pollute.

You look at the greatest villains in human history, the fascists, the autocrats, they all wanted people to kneel before them because they don't love themselves enough.

Wars are started by the truth. Peace is proclaimed with lies.

All science is methodolgy with regard to the Absolute. Therefore, there need be no fear of the unequivocally methodological. It isa husk, but not more than everything except the One.

Denmark is like a secret little place with its own special language.

Whereas it is difficult for everything to work out easily, A man cannot even afford to be a human

Human beings do not perceive things whole; we are not gods but wounded creatures, cracked lenses, capably only of fractured perceptions. Partial beings, in all the senses of that phrase.

Not that the incredulous person doesn't believe in anything. It's just that he doesn't believe in everything.