I often think of random melodies. And I pretty much hear in my head what I want to do with the orchestra as I'm writing on the piano.

What strikes me is that theres a very fine line between success and failure. Just one ingredient can make the difference.

Love can make a summer fly, or a night seem like a lifetime.

And it sort of jogged a memory of something that I read at school and I read it, and I thought God this is it. So you never can tell. I could find something this afternoon.

Corny answer is of course is that everyone who wants musicals are children in different ways, aren't they? So you think of them in different ways. There are things of mine I'm sorry haven't come here.

You're the luckiest person in the entire world if you know what you really want to do, which I was lucky enough to know when I was very young. And you're the luckiest person in the world if you can then make a living out of it.

As a composer at a point where I can absolutely pick and choose what I want to do, I don't want to write about anybody I don't care about.