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.

At the heart of the failure of most plays is the inability to carry on a thoughtful conversation about your work with yourself.

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.

Jesus was a suicide, if you ask me.

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

If I had not had music in my life, I would be the neurasthenic vision of the playwright.

I feel that I speak the musical language.