I like being swept up in weather and observing it as something beautiful and giant.

Instead of just looking back, whiplash-style, I can assume there's something else coming. Time just folds over itself, like origami.

I'd hear some beautiful Sade or Kings Of Convenience ballad remixed in a club and I liked that these simple little songs seemed to be masquerading. They had put on superhero costumes, got all beefy, and here they were on the dancefloor. I was interested in that. I can't make electronic beats, so I leave it to the pros like Boys Noize and Chromeo.

If you calculate every single thing you could possibly need in your life, you would need no more than 200 people to keep all that afloat: a doctor, food, wine, cheese-eating friends, the person who makes paper, the shoemaker.

All the girls who have photos of them at parties, like, "Woo!" - that's what someone's going to see of their grandma.

I think that's more a reflection of the fact I've never been a student of any particular school of writing, or even listening.

When you say something or sing something enough times, it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. It's almost like casting spells. I don't mean necessarily in the flighty, 'I'm going to go buy a cloak with a hood now' way.