“I have to re-create the universe every morning when I wake up, and kill it in the evening.”

It seems that most the world is driven by the eye, right? They design cities to look great but they always sound horrible …

Formats are just illusions, and it’s about the relationship between the person that makes music and the person that listens to music.

I feel the 21st century is another new age. Not only can we collaborate again with nature, but we have to. It’s an emergency.

All we had ever heard about record company people is that they were vampires and criminals…and they killed Elvis Presley.

It’s incredible how nature sets females up to take care of people, and yet it is tricky for them to take care of themselves.

I love being a very personal singer-songwriter, but I also like being a scientist or explorer.

With tons of chaotic supply on the internet, you’re going to have people who become very good at being curators or stylists. It’s the same sort of people that I used to go to record shops for.

I don’t like records that are the same from beginning to end, that are too styled and slick.

Love is a two way dream.

People that complete other people’s vision are understated.

I’ve always appreciated working with people I have chemistry with, who are friends, and where you feel that the work is growing while you are getting to know each other better.

Usually when you see females in movies, they feel like they have these metallic structures around them, they are caged in by male energy.

In 2008, I was more just thinking about using the touchscreen for writing the songs. From there I started thinking about how I visualised music.

When I was 18, science, physics, and math were my favorite. I was a bit of a nerd – the only girl with a lot of boys at chess championships.

I miss you, but I haven’t met you yet!

I think every year brings unknowns that you have to deal with and handle, confront and embrace.

Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night’s repose.

He was a staffer at Punch but in the evening he wrote columns for the Evening Standard and The Times.

The evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming.

Sitting in the morning sun, I’ll be sitting when the evening comes.

I’ve seen it all through the yellow windows of the evening train.

Sunday-evening tea before the fire! I have never missed one moment of beauty, not even taken it for granted.

The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars.

Is everybody in?… Is everybody in?… Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin…