I started to like my voice - the sound of it. So then I started to listen to it as something separate. To me, it sounded good that way as well.

From out the peaceful hollow of its throat / such music pours as I am unaware / how to devise. I did not think these things. / It is the reed that sings.

I came to singing organically.

I crave stillness, And yet I fear the momentStillness turns into boredom, And the moment boredomTurns into loneliness.

Clarity and focus doesn’t always come from God or inspirational quotes. Usually, it takes your mother to slap the reality back into you.

The goal of art-making in general is communication.

I think for the most part people are proud of the bicultural foundation New Zealand is built on and the fact that we are a multicultural society.

By means of shrewd lies, unremittingly repeated, it is possible to make people believe that heaven is hell - and hell heaven. The greater the lie, the more readily it will be believed.

I was only an aspiring dictator. I was never a real dictator.

Oh, 1994, April 27. There won't be a day like that ever again. I mean, the sky was blue, with a blueness that had never been there before.

Belief, in one of its accepted senses, may consist in a merely intellectual assent, while faith implies such confidence and conviction as will impel to action.

But little white lies here and there is human nature. Everybody does that.

All you will get from me is death.