The idea that we're somehow centrally important to the planet's existence is pretty comical - although I'd like us to be.

Success turns a lot of people off. I have a pretty solid sense of joy and respect that irritates people, and can irritate me, too.

South Africa gives me a perspective of what's real and what's not real. So I go back to South Africa to both lose myself and gain awareness of myself. Every time I go back, it doesn't take long for me to get caught into a very different thing. A very different sense of myself.

The moon is quite a show off given the chance. The stars make a sound when they shine so bright. Water so blue and so black.

A friend is always good to have, but a lover's kiss is better than angels raining down on me.

It's a melting pot, southern Africa. You find these cultural collisions that result in art and music, and it's pretty amazing.

Turns out, not where, but who you're with that really matters.