When ''night, Mother' opened, I did not know how long it would be before I would have another show on Broadway.

Music expresses longing and love and joy better than any piece of dialogue you can ever write.

There is no point in trying to remember your dreams ... There is only the unspeakable joy of eavesdropping on your spirit, catching tiny glimpses of its independent life, resting for a moment in its wisdom, puzzling, laughing sometimes, over what it's up to, what it makes of you.

I feel that I speak the musical language.

When you fight something long enough, it becomes a center pole right in your life and you count on it to be there to fight with.

I'm just not having a very good time and I don't have any reason to think it'll get anything but worse. I'm tired. I'm hurt. I'm sad. I feel used.

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