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

I'm who I was waiting for. I didn't make it.

I grew up at the piano, and I longed to write musicals.

What's so good about a heaven where, one of these days, you're going to get your embarrassing old body back?

I'm just not having a very good time and I don't have any reason to think it'll get anything but worse. I'm tired. I'm hurt. I'm sad. I feel used.

I feel that I speak the musical language.

How could I love him, Jessie. I didn't have a thing he wanted.

Why do you have to know so much about things, Jessie? There's just not that much to things that I could ever see.

Music expresses longing and love and joy better than any piece of dialogue you can ever write.

Write about the thing that frightens you most.

Jesus was a suicide, if you ask me.

Dreams are illustrations ... from the book your soul is writing about you.