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

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.

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.

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.

You can do it alone. But it's going to be so much harder.

I don't care about age very much. I think back to the old people I knew when I was growing up, and they always seemed larger than life.

The idea that you can't lose contact with the leaders has cut more throats than it has saved.

When people begin to praise us, let us hurry to remember the multitude of ours transgressions, and we will see that we are truly unworthy of that which they say and do in our honor.

I feel like having an actual taxidermy-ed mammal would get gross, like its hair would get dirty and stuff.

Our object in life should be to accumulate a great number of grand questions to be asked and resolved in eternity.

Without Khomeini, we would not be where we are. What a pity that, when pregnant with him, his mother did not choose to have an abortion.

The dead sleep in their moonless night; my business is with the living.

First, think. Second, believe. Third, dream.And finally, dream.

And when I think about that, I think that if nothing but being married will help a man, he's durn nigh hopeless.