Will Gregory

Will Gregory
William Owen "Will" Gregory17 September 1959) is an English musician and record producer. He is best known as the lead keyboardist, producer, and composer of the electronic music duo Goldfrapp...
world you-again ready
The world unwraps itself to you, again and again as soon as you are ready to see it anew.
immortality
Immortality is a chancy thing; it cannot be promised or earned. Perhaps it cannot even be identified for what it is.
character roots dying
Indeed, she often wondered if she were dead, or dying from the inside out, and that was the root of her calm, the reason she could surrender her character.
eye light shadow
The eye is always caught by light, but shadows have more to say.
stars destiny remember
Remember this: Nothing is written in the stars. Not these stars, nor any others. No one controls your destiny.
people evil way
People who claim that they're evil are usually no worse than the rest of us... It's people who claim that they're good, or any way better than the rest of us, that you have to be wary of.
shoes waiting soul
I shall pray for your soul,' promised Nessarose. I shall wait for your shoes,' Elphie answered.
book years wicked
I had written childrens books for 14 years before I published Wicked. And none of them were poorly reviewed, and none of them sold enough for me to be able to buy a bed.
evil world this-world
It isn’t hard to find evil in this world. Evil is always more easily imagined than good, somehow.
elements world juxtaposition
The world rarely shrieks its meaning at you. It whispers, in private languages and obscure modalities, in arcane and quixotic imagery, through symbol systems in which every element has multiple meanings determined by juxtaposition.
sleep insomnia wake-up
Waking up was a daily cruelty, an affront, and she avoided it by not sleeping.
people long why-not
As long as people are going to call you lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention.
errors soul body
The body apologizes to the soul for its errors, and the soul asks forgiveness for squatting in the body without invitation.
book fall writing
Books fall open, you fall in. When you climb out again, you're a bit larger than you used to be.