Sometimes I just get into the zone of the song, but in the outset I feel like I love to cater to people - but not necessarily at the expense of my artistry or anything like that.

I have three brothers. Poor Mum; four boys.

When I come up with something that I feel like people will connect with that makes me happy because I know that it would be something that would just go beyond me.

I feel like so many people get into that place where creating for someone else is selling out and it is so not about that. It is a stupid, kind of pretentious way of thinking.

I feel like writing music is a great chance to create something that extends beyond yourself.

If we all knew how to make that jump from good to great then I think every song would be great.

Something like film, I guess there are so many elements to it, like the dialogue and what makes sense culturally.

There is a balance in between where you can still make art, but it does not have to be insular.

You don't make a film and then be like I am only going to play it in my house and no-one is going to see it - that is ridiculous.

I feel like it is only music where people are like, "You can't do this for other people, you have to do it for yourself." Which I hate.

I think my first song ever was when my cat died. It was this awful, dreadful black cat who was angry and hated everything. Yet I was so upset when it died.

A purposeful life is a happy life.

Know what you want to do hold the thought firmly and do every day what should be done and every sunset will see you that much nearer the goal.

I don't want success to affect me to that extent that I change or failure to that extent that I get sad, bitter and negative.

So when I got to 50 I just thought, Hold on: I'm thin. I've got my hair. I'm well off. I survived, you know

You win what you can win when you can win it, and keep pushing - all the time. And that's how this game is played. And I'll play it till I can't play it anymore.

The world? The world is not interested in us. Today, everything is possible, even the crematoria.

It should seem that Negroes, of all Americans, would be found in the Free-thought fold, since they have suffered more than any other class of Americans from the dubious blessings of Christianity.

We all love guarantees in life.

The lust of avarice as so totally seized upon mankind that their wealth seems rather to possess them than they possess their wealth.

To announce that there must be no criticism of the president... is morally treasonable to the American public.