I've gone through hell and back.

To this day, H.R. Giger's work remains distinctive in every sense. He is frighteningly unique.

My sons are into German music, but they are into all kinds of music.

Ive broken my nose, Ive broken ribs. You name it. In fact, we just got back from South America, and I fell over a monitor speaker on the stage and almost ended up in the front row of the audience. I managed to sprain my wrist on that one but luckily nothing was broken.

Next year I'm going to be a guesting soloist with orchestras all over Europe, to start off with.

I love my mother dearly, but it wouldn't be suitable for me to live with her all the time.

You've got to keep things flying.