No one told me I had to make something that would sell, but I personally want everyone to like my music.

I'm not like a gorgeous bombshell or anything like that.

I bought an espresso maker and coffee maker and make them myself every day.

Americans are somehow obsessed with her, and something about me hit a spot with people in Japan.

There really aren't any completely Asian people singing right now.

I squeeze oranges every morning to make juice.

For the version of this CD released in Japan, a translation of the English lyrics is included, but there are lots of places where meanings are lost in the process of translation.

I just want people to see that I do my own stuff, that I'm not stupid, and I can make fun of myself.

I get strangely obsessed about the cleanliness of my house.

If I suddenly disappear from the music world, you might see Hikaru Utada working as a helper at some inn in Atami.

In English, the sounds and melodies I created were an inspiration to me, and words came to me as I explored the sounds, and from there I was able expand on the meaning.

Music could do that, create a magical oasis where nothing else mattered except hearing the next line of the score.

Never attribute to malice that which can be adequately explained by stupidity.

Consumer culture and the capitalist mindset have taught us to substitute acts of personal consumption (or enlightenment) for organised political resistance

Beauty to me is being comfortable in your own skin.

I remember taking my stabilisers off my bike with my dad in the back garden. It was a small little bike, and it was called Poppy, had balloons on it, and was purple.

We have got to abandon the sense of amazement in the face of creativity, as if it were a miracle if anybody created anything.

I find it ironic that fear is eliminating the possibility to tell stories that depict our ability to overcome fear

Be watchful lest thou lose the power of desiring and loving what appeals to the soul this is the miser's curse this the chain and ball the sensualist drags.

The act of making a photograph is less a question of what is being looked at than how.

I sometimes question whether I'm even an artist or just a painter.