The Ninja, as you know, operates by stealth. And so, case in point: I put out records... no one hears them! I make videos... (whispers) no one sees! I go on tour.... (whispers) no one knows! NINJA! I was never here!

I try to be well informed. I don't know how well I do all the time, but I try nonetheless.

I don't need music for the good times. I don't have that kind of need. Music doesn't serve me like that.

They say true love only comes around once and you have to hold out and be strong until then. I have been waiting. I have been searching. I am a man under the moon, walking the streets of earth until dawn. There's got to be someone for me. It's not too much to ask. Just someone to be with. Someone to love. Someone to give everything to. Someone.

There is no heaven for me and no hell. And certainly not any Karma.

You can pass all the gun legislation you want. None of it will make me feel any more or less safe than I do right at this moment.

What does New York sound like? For me, the Charlie Parker at the Royal Roost recordings on the Savoy label are the total embodiment of the New York music experience.