As a composer at a point where I can absolutely pick and choose what I want to do, I don't want to write about anybody I don't care about.

The next few years are going to be horrendous in the UK. The last thing we need is a Somali pirate-style raid on the few wealth creators who still dare to navigate Britain's gale-force waters.

No matter what they tell you, no matter what they do, no matter what they teach you, what you believe is true.

What strikes me is that theres a very fine line between success and failure. Just one ingredient can make the difference.

People in Britain always think of 'Jesus Christ Superstar' as a musical - it wasn't.

I often think of random melodies. And I pretty much hear in my head what I want to do with the orchestra as I'm writing on the piano.

Love can make a summer fly, or a night seem like a lifetime.

Surely, you go to the theater because you want to have a great evening in the theater.

I knew nothing about film at all. I suppose the biggest surprise is all these things. In the theatre we sort of do, I might do two or three key interviews and that would be it.

No more memories, no more silent tears. No more gazing across the wasted years. Help me say goodbye.

And it sort of jogged a memory of something that I read at school and I read it, and I thought God this is it. So you never can tell. I could find something this afternoon.

If you can, judge less and observe more.

deep inside the eyes of a true lover lies the heart of a true lover.

To be vulnerable to negative emotion is to lack a personal commitment to kingdom principles

Beauty loses its relish; the graces never.

My breathing begins to slow. The tension in my muscles starts to relax. Then, a click in the headphones. A slow breath of air. I open my eyes to bright moonlight. And Hannah, with warmth. Thank you.

Really? Anyone intimidated by Barack Obama? He can't even keep Joe Biden in line.

My heart and prayers go out to all single moms because it's tough, and I can't imagine any teenager dealing with a baby and all those hormones raging.

I forget how good I've got it sometimes, how lucky I am just to be alive. And I pass good prayer to the man upstairs just to thank him like I should. Yeah you know, I get it... I've got it good.

If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it?

Whats immediately profitable is the only kind of logic that capitalism understands.