When you're making the record, you're not thinking about an audience, but you still need them and you want them.

When bands are on stage and they ask the crowd, "Are you having a good time?" what they're really saying is, "I just want a bit of reassurance - is everything all right?"

I find it really disappointing and cheap when someone's copied the whole drum sound from a record.

I'll also listen to music on a Discman and realize how nice it can sound when it's not compressed to MP3 format.

If you can do something that doesn't rely on a major melody but still sounds immediate rather than being obtuse and devoid of anything to catch onto, that's great.

That happens quite a lot in Hot Chip - you can let go of something that was originally essential to the creation of a song.

There is no decision to be more or less comic. I don't feel more or less humorous in my day-to-day. These things are accidental.

To stop for years and then discover that the audience is getting smaller and smaller would be demoralizing.

There's another thing that you don't want to take for granted, and that's the reality of there being an audience there each night. It's pretty amazing that that can happen around the world.

I don't love CDs more than anything else, but I was just playing around with the idea that they could be something you're momentarily keeping hold of as everything is passing by.

You're trying to make music, and then at the end of it you give reasons for everything.

I believe in love at first sight…But it’s not the first moment you lay eyes on a person, it’s the moment you first see the person they truly are.

The bravest sight in the world is to see a great man struggling against adversity.

I feel like all of my characters now take this congested situation, they clash, and from there you purge yourself.

Chakras are organizational centers for the reception, assimilation, and transmission of life-force energy. They are the stepping stones between heaven and earth.

Foreknowledge is power.

We all suffer alone in the real world; true empathy's impossible.

Unless an entire row of people got up in the middle of a performance and left the theater in disgust, I felt as though I hadn't done my job.

No single theory ever agrees with all the facts in its domain

The scandalous bronze-lacquer age of hungry animalisms, spiritual impotences, and mendacities, will have to run its course, till the pit follow it.

Whatever flames upon the night Man's own resinous heart has fed.