I remember how my mother would bring us to chapel on Sundays... and my father used to wait outside. One of the things that I picked up from my father and my mother was the sense that religion often gets in the way of God. For me, at least, it got in the way.

The job of art is to chase ugliness away.

I used to - my earliest memory of waking up with a melody in my head was, you know, 8, 9, 10. I've always heard kind of melodies in my head.

There is a root arrogance in any writer; a hugely arrogant assumption that anyone is going to listen to them.

Every artist is a cannibal/every poet is a thief/all kill for inspiration/and then sing about the grief.

When you align yourself with God's purpose as described in the Scriptures, something special happens to your life.

When a nation is over-reliant on one or two commodities like oil or precious minerals, corrupt government ministers and their dodgy associates hoard profits and taxes instead of properly allocating them to schools and hospitals.