“You gotta know when it’s time to hang up. But when I finally go, let me go out on stage, my perfect ending. Don’t let me go when I’m sick or asleep. Let me be in motion.”

When I want to check out how my lifes been, I go through my albums. They steps in my life.

Leave them wanting more and you know theyll call you back.

I started with Sam Cooke when I was 6 or 7 years old.

It’s funny, because my last record was a lot about isolation and people living in separate worlds that other people can’t even understand, which drug addiction is the perfect negative example of.

Of course we can always imagine more perfect conditions, how it should be ideally, how everyone should behave. But it is not our task to create an ideal. It’s our task to see how it is, and to learn from the world as it is. For the awakening of the heart, conditions are always good enough.

We chase gravity of the micro world, but after leaving its world we try to perfect the laws here that do not exist there.

The legs that I have made are far more perfect than the ones nature would have given me – my mother’s side of the family have awful legs.

All the perfect drugs and superheroes wouldn’t be enough to bring me back to zero.

I would probably say David Bowie and Prince are the perfect people.

Cinderella’s glass shoe was the perfect size…. so why did it slip off as she ran? It must have been to attract the attention of Prince Charming. I don’t see any other explanation.

I am very much interested in the so-called useless object. I mean, it takes perfect craftsmanship, beautiful material carefully measured and crafted, but at the same time it’s really useless.