Nobody gets through life without losing a few things on the way.

It's one thing to want money, but if you find yourself choking on a coin as you wake, the money is slightly less desirable.

When you die, they can make you into diamonds now. It’s scientific. That’s how I want to be remembered. I want to shine.

Normally, in anything I do, I'm fairly miserable. I do it, and I get grumpy because there is a huge, vast gulf, this aching disparity, between the platonic ideal of the project that was living in my head, and the small, sad, wizened, shaking, squeaking thing that I actually produce.

You're always you, and that don't change, and you're always changing, and there's nothing you can do about it.

This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until its done. It's that easy, and that hard.

Put one word after another. Find the right word, put it down.