I overthink everything.

I grew up singing in a church choir.

The 1980s were all about synths for me, and it never went away after that.

That inner narrative - the desire to understand the way I am - never really switches off.

I come from a position where it seems like I have an addictive quality to everything in my life.

I don't really experience much embarrassment.

The snappier lyrics come when I'm feeling really good and up. A lot of times, they come after I've just had a meeting with somebody that was uplifting, and you get home, and you're feeling playful or upbeat or whatever, and then they just seem to pop right out.

It really was an amazing thing when Midlake brought me down to Texas and created an atmosphere in which I felt really safe and was able to do whatever I wanted artistically.

I don't let the computer into my bedroom. It would get in the way of life, sleep. And I really can't let that happen.

I was so ashamed of who I was. And I also felt like an outcast in gay society as well because I wasn't good-looking enough; my body wasn't good enough.

Me becoming a person, instead of somebody who just hides and is afraid, has happened in tandem with me learning to write music and become a good songwriter.

I believe humans have a soul that continues to exist after they die, but I don't know what form that will take.

The lion's share of what I listened to in the Eighties, what really affected me, was coming from Britain.

I don't really listen to my old music.

I'm not a big punk fan, but I love a good, solid screamer.

I love that phrase that parents say to their children when they cry: 'I'll give you something to cry about.'

Reykjavik has a mixture of southern and northern mentality. There's a laid-back, relaxed attitude but also the feeling things are going to get done.

I could probably use some tips from a vocal trainer or something about breathing, but we all know it's not about technical prowess.

I don't feel like I'm writing music for gay people. I'm a gay man who is writing music about one tiny little experience of what it's like to be a human on this planet.

I would love to be part of a community.

I suppose my ideal brain food is learning languages.

I can't allow myself to censor myself.

I can only live in the world of truth, inasmuch as I'm able to be truthful with myself at any given point, on any given day.

Icelanders love to speak English. Their English is a joy to hear because of how colloquial and idiomatic it is, but they appreciate your efforts with Icelandic.