Write about the thing that frightens you most.

Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.

During the day, our souls gather their ... impressions of us, how our lives feel. ... Our spirits collect these impressions, keep them together, like wisps of smoke in a bag. Then, when we're asleep, our brains open up these bags of smoke ... and take a look.

What's so good about a heaven where, one of these days, you're going to get your embarrassing old body back?

I grew up at the piano, and I longed to write musicals.

People listen to music with cavemen ears: Is it a bird song or the call of a lion? The audience at a musical is dancing in their hearts.

Art is how a culture records its life, how it poses questions for the next generation and how it will be remembered.