I'm sure many writers have these strange, tiny little habits.

The dumbing down of the country reflects itself on Broadway. The shows get dumber, and the public gets used to them.

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.

When I listen to my work, I think, what's so inflammatory about it? It's not really that dissonant. A lot of people who used to hate my stuff have come round to it.

I don't write songs apart from theatrical pieces. I'm not interested in writing songs qua songs.

The only reason to write is from love.

The situation's fraught, Fraughter than I thought, With horrible, impossible possibilities!