The man in our society is the breadwinner; the woman has enough to do as the homemaker, wife and mother.

The songwriter mustn't fall in love with his own song. If it doesn't belong, he can't push it into a show. Let him save it; maybe it'll fit in another show.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning could write a poem two pages long. Could she have brought it to a music publisher?

In a show or a movie, one must work with many people. Many women just don't have the time for it.

A song doesn't just come on. I've always had to tease it out, squeeze it out. 'No thesaurus can give you those words, no rhyming dictionary. They must happen out of you.

Just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street.

Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, start all over again.