I have trouble voicing my thoughts… I can’t communicate very well that way.

I’d heard a lot of Asian people were rooting for me, but I had no idea. I was stunned. They were… impassioned, especially compared to Japan. I couldn’t even have anticipated that kind of welcome.

It sounds odd coming from me, but I realize what I say and how I look has a great impact.

I don’t think you should meet the people you most admire. I don’t want reality to interfere with my image.

I don’t have dreams. How can I say it? I myself am a dream.

The way I work, typically, I do everything at the very last minute. Even if I was given two months, I’d do it in the last three days.

I read and watch movies. I can’t go to the movie theater much anymore, though, because I get recognized. It’s worse sometimes if I wear a costume and try not to get recognized. I watch most of my films on airplanes.

I understand it’s my role to realize people’s dreams.

It’s hard to decide how to match words to music. It’s not like it’s twice the work. It’s always difficult for me to explain to the composer what I’m looking for. I’m not a professional; I lack even basic knowledge about writing music.

I always like whatever I did most recently. It’s the closest to who I am at the moment.

I have trouble voicing my thoughts… I can’t communicate very well that way.

I don’t set goals. Like, that’s what I want to be doing however many years from now. I do what I love to do at the moment. If I wake up tomorrow and decide I want to dance, that’s what I’d do. Or design clothes.

In the beginning, I was searching for myself in my music. My music was for me. I didn’t have the mental room to be conscious of the listener; I wrote to save myself.