I don't listen to recordings of my songs. I don't avoid it, I just don't go out of my way to do it.

Can't we just pursue our lives With our children and our wives Till that happy day arrives How do you ignore All the witches All the curses All the wolves, all the lies The false hopes, the goodbyes . . .

The more restrictions you have, the easier anything is to write.

They all deserve to die. Even you, Mrs. Lovett Even I. Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief For the rest of us death would be relief.

I'm before him on my knees, and he kisses me He assumes I lose my reason and I do. Men are stupid, men are vain, Love's disgusting, love's insane, A humiliating business-oh how true.

Swing your razor wide! Sweeney, hold it to the skies!

Having just the vision's no solution, everything depends on execution