When we hear the bird sing, it hears only how to love. (Quand on entend l’oiseau chanter, – Lui n’entend que comment aimer.)

There’s nothing better than making music and hearing 3,000 people chant, ‘Afrojack! Afrojack!’

ASU, ASU.

Slogans seem to be dead; this world is now busy chanting fears of lost democracy