Some people go to Berlin to get more cutting edge; I went and started wearing lederhosen and going to visit baroque palaces.

I still believe that love is the most powerful force in the world, even though I am yet to experience it fully.

The thing I hate most is false modesty. The artists who are, like, "Oh, you know, I'm really not that good. Oh, I can't believe I'm here." I find it vaguely sinister, even.

I've been thinking of trying my hand at rap. I've been recording snippets on my BlackBerry.

I'm hyper light-sensitive and must sleep in the equivalent of a sealed tomb.

I want to carve out a serious period of time to focus on the next opera without any distractions. And to do that you need money.

I think my imagination and my passions are still firing away, but it's really the body that starts to make up the rules. It's not a major problem; it's just when you get a little older you realize how much your body thanks you when you are good to it.