Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?

I feel so terrible for the kids now. In London, even people in their forties can't afford to buy a house or have kids.

When I came to England in '86, my first week of school was terrible because I would put my hand up to answer things, and no one would choose me because they couldn't say my name.

With homogenized culture, even if you feel frustrated, you'd have to write a Taylor Swift song to get heard.

I already feel that I am making a political statement by sticking around in music, when I am doing it so differently to everyone else.

What really drives me mad about art is that, in America, the only thing you can do is to take it apart.

I find the new Justin Bieber video more violent and more of an assault to my eyes and senses than what I've made.