If I cannot fly, let me sing.
I prefer neurotic people. I like to hear rumblings beneath the surface.
Art, in itself, is an attempt to bring order out of chaos.
You're so nice. You're not good, you're not bad, You're just nice. I'm not good, I'm not nice, I'm just right. I'm the witch. You're the world.
At last, my arm is complete again
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.
There's a hole in the world like a big black pit who are filled with people who are filled with shit.
Oh if life were made of moments Even now and then a bad one--! But if life were only moments, Then you'd never know you had one.
Work is what you do for others, liebchen. Art is what you do for yourself.
Sometimes people leave you Halfway through the wood Others may decieve you You decide what's good You decide alone But no one is alone
The difference between a cow and a bean is a bean can begin an adventure.
The dumbing down of the country reflects itself on Broadway. The shows get dumber, and the public gets used to them.
One difference between poetry and lyrics is that lyrics sort of fade into the background. They fade on the page and live on the stage when set to music.
Nice is different than good.
I read to see myself in other people's lives.
Slotted spoons don't hold much soup...
Now, this one might be a little stringy, but then again, it's fiddle player." That isn't fiddle player, it's piccolo player." How can you tell?" It's PIPING hot!" Then blow on it first!
Music straightjackets a poem and prevents it from breathing on its own, whereas it liberates a lyric. Poetry doesn't need music; lyrics do.
Swing your razor wide! Sweeney, hold it to the skies!
Best to take the moment present As a present for the moment
Let Pirelli's / Miracle Elixir / Activate your roots, sir... Keep it off your boots, sir- / Eats right through. Yes, get Pirelli's! / Use a bottle of it! / Ladies seem to love it... Flies do, too!
Children can only grow from something you love to something you lose.
The nice thing about doing a crossword puzzle is, you know there is a solution.
I was watching him crawl, Back over the wall-! Then bang! Crash! And the lightning flash! And- well, that's another story, Never mind- Anyway...
It's not so much do what you like as it is that you like what you do.
Unless the object of the singer’s affection is a vampire, surely what Hart means is unphotogenic. Only vampires are unphotographable, but affectionate ‘-enic’ rhymes are hard to come by.
The man i'll never be, Who remembers him?
Having just the vision's no solution, everything depends on execution
Anything you do, let it come from you. Then it will be new. Give us more to see...
It's your father's fault that the curse got placed and the place got cursed in the first place.
Some of us don't like the way you've been telling it.
They hear drums, we hear music.
I chose and my world was shaken, so what? The choice may have been mistaken, the choosing was not.
We lose things. And then we choose things. And there are Louis's And there are Georges- Well, Louis's And George.
How many times do you get to be 35? Eleven
A folktale without a moral is merely a whimsy.
Because in all of the whole human race Mrs. Lovett, there are two kinds of men and only two There's the one staying put in his proper place And the one with his foot in the other one's face
I have successfully avoided enjoying opera all my life. -quoted in Entertainment Weeky, http://www.ew.com/ew/article/0,,20548...
It takes almost as much imagination to justify what you write as it does to write it.
Writing is a form of mischief.
Stop worrying where you're going. Move on. If you can know where you're going, you've gone. Just keep moving on.
