There's definitely some sort of dissent brewing between labels, publishing companies and artists. A lot of it has to do with older licensing schemes.

Running a start-up is like eating glass. You just start to like the taste of your own blood.

You have got to be willing to be poor as an entrepreneur.

It seems like the right thing to do is tackle problems other people aren't working on.

The transition strategies are more important than understanding what the outcome state will be.

I definitely wanted to earn my freedom. But the primary motivation wasn't making money, but making an impact.

Part of the challenge of being an entrepreneur, if you're going for a really huge opportunity, is trying to find problems that aren't quite on the radar yet and try to solve those

A million dollars isn’t cool. You know what’s cool? A billion dollars.

Look: There's good creepy and there's bad creepy. Today's creepy is tomorrow's necessity.

Spotify is returning a huge amount of money. We'll overtake iTunes in terms of what we bring to the record industry in under two years.

You just keep pushing yourself harder and harder to achieve more and more - I don't think it's ever quite as glamorous as it appears on the outside.

To support the people we care about is intrinsic, it is not instrumental. It's not something we do because we're hoping to get some other outcome.

Bad art is never really enjoyed in the same sense in which good art is enjoyed. It is only "liked": it never startles, prostrates, and takes captive.

...even the smallest of the starlings' concerns grew in importance until it seemed equal to the worries of kings.

I'm doing this for me.

I definitely try to mix humour into anything I do, even if it is into a drama.

All the collaborations that I've done that I'm really proud of with a lot of incredible Canadian artists and beyond, that's when art comes together and becomes something really special.

The day cold and fair with a high easterly wind: we were visited by two Indians who gave us an account of the country and people near the Rocky mountains where they had been.

Feathered with hoarfrost, skeletal trees loom closer; fog shrouded arches.

I love people who break boundaries and always create something new and fresh.

Wander at will, Day after day,-- Wander away, Wandering still-- Soul that canst soar! Body may slumber: Body shall cumber Soul-flight no more.