When I was growing up, there was no such thing as Off-Broadway. You either got your show on or you didn't.

Generally, the best recording is the original cast, because that's the way the piece grew: integrally, with them.

Tonight, tonight, won't be just any night. Tonight there will be no morning star.

Nice is different than good.

You get used to the exact amount of space between lines. You write a word and then you write an alternate word over it. You want enough room so you can read it, so the lines can't be too close.

That's the trouble with awards for a body of work. They always come at both a good time and a wrong time. Good because they tell you what you've been doing was worth the doing and wrong because they ought to come when you're young and excited and hungry for assurance that what you're doing is worth the doing.

It's age. It's a diminution of energy and the worry that there are no new ideas. It's an increasing lack of confidence. I'm not the only one. I've checked with other people.