You can get too bogged down in technology and you can sort of forget what it is you were trying to do. And with the Pet Shop Boys it's primarily about the songs, it's about song writing.

House music is about love, and lots of hip hop is about hate and intolerance, so in that respect, it's not good at all.

There's nothing I like more than being on a dance floor with a thousand people feeling love for humanity.

Whoever invented God is an idiot. God is absolutely man's worst invention.

Well, I love what you would call boys' music, you know, the prodigy, banging techno, music that girls generally don't like.

Chart positions aren't the be all and end all.

I'm beginning to think that you should only be allowed to serve two terms, before madness sets in.

I always have a very strong sense of shaming oneself, and you can do that a lot in the public eye, so it's best avoided at all costs I think.

Love Comes Quickly is our favourite record ever, and it did really badly.

The clubs are good fun-having a laugh, really having a good time.

We never let go. Ever. Even with punctuation. It's frightening. I can't see anyone from any record company ever writing an email to Neil and not getting it back, with corrections.

I have never known anyone worth a damn who wasn't irascible.

Years ago, I tried to top everybody, but I don't anymore. I realized it was killing conversation. When you're always trying for a topper you aren't really listening. It ruins communication

Hate, in the long run, is about as nourishing as cyanide.

If I did not have for him the warm affection a son feels toward a less austere and preoccupied father, I at least had an immense respect for him, and a great admiration.

You can make anything happen if you put your mind to it.

When you become thoughtless, then you can see, feel Reality.

I'll pick "I'm kidding" anytime over "I'm lying."

It's true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous.

All it takes is one idea to solve an impossible problem.

Oh! faint delicious spring-time violet, Thine odor like a key, Turns noiselessly in memory's wards to let A thought of sorrow free.