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

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

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.

A good woman inspires a man

I know who I was, I can tell you who I may have been, but I am, now, only in this line of words I write.

No matter what, you must let your inner light guide you out of the darkness.

These are two opposing forces, and whenever I am in active politics, I stop writing. And when I'm writing, I don't politick.

The future belongs to brands that do more than pay lip-service to real dialogue and recognise that their customers want them to believe in something.

Always remember this: 'A kiss will never miss, and after many kisses a miss becomes a misses.'

I always looked at magazines. Ever since I was little I was obsessed with Elle magazine and the models. I would watch the model TV shows, like the specials on Milla Jovovich.

If I contemplate myself as part of the Universe: what am I?

She was so ugly that her face could stop a sundial.

There is no benefit so large that malignity will not lessen it; none so narrow that a good interpretation will not enlarge it.