Mogwai Quotes

What?" She burrowed closer, tucking her fingers against the collar of my shirt. Throwing my arm around her waist, I took what felt like the first real breath in weeks. "If I had a Mogwai, I'd totally feed it after midnight. That Mohawk gremlin was a badass." She laughed again, the sound tinkling inside me, and I felt about a thousand pounds lighter. "Why doesn't that surprise me?" she said. "You'd totally bond with the gremlin." "What can I say? It's my sparkling personality.

A track I’ve always liked by Mogwai goes on a loop while I pour a second glass of Reyka. This time it tastes of lava fields and thermal springs, aromatic alcohol evaporating stale thoughts, familiar and foreign. Something unnamed is melting, germinating, potentiating the currents of tomorrow across frozen, unpopulated dreamscapes.

I love music writing and have a lot of time for journalists, but I’m often bemused when criticism is levelled against music for what it is not, rather than how successfully it has managed to be what it actually is. With music you are trying to achieve what you want, whether you successfully manage it is the issue. To say something is at fault because it is not what you (the writer) want it to be is ludicrous.

The Stereophonics were nice guys and we got along fine, though the differences between us were marked. Before they played they would practise their harmonies by playing the Extreme song ‘More Than Words’, with the whole band singing along with Kelly, the singer, and his acoustic guitar. For our pre-gig ritual we would sniff as many poppers as we could and listen to ‘Raw Power’ by The Stooges at ear-splitting volume.

All thoughts, emotions, mindsets, archons, egregores, demons, mogwai, or non-physical beings are computer programs that will control your actions if you let them. Just as malware does not serve you, these non-physical properties do not serve you. Uninstall them. Remove them. Drop them. Live your life with the power of Divine Love, which is the sweetness of choice.

You like him?" I nodded. "I like him. Hell, Mogwai likes him." "You could pick a worse judge of character than your cat," she said in a pragmatic voice.

True. I like the idea of there being a big party, though.” He chewed his eggs. “Or it could be the fact we now have two more demigods roaming around campus.” The yummy-tasting bacon turned a little sour in my stomach. “You guys are like mogwais fed after midnight,” he continued. I cracked a smile at that. Though none of us were as cute as a mogwai.