The regrets in the theatre have always been the shows that you know ought to have worked but for one reason or another haven't.

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.

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.

It is not always good to be right, but it is always wonderful to be kind

It is only after one is in trouble that one realizes how little sympathy and kindness there are in the world.

When you ask a dumb question, you get a smart answer.

Suicide isn't cowardly. I'll tell you what's cowardly; treating people so badly that they want to end their lives.

Billy Strayhorn was my right arm, my left arm, all the eyes in the back of my head, my brainwaves in his head, and his in mine.

The worst injury I ever had was a stress fracture from running.

Whatever helps to shape the human being - to make the individual what he is, or hinder him from being what he is not - is part of his education.

Savory...that's a swell word. And Basil and Betel. Capsicum. Curry. All great. But Relish, now, Relish with a capital R. No argument, that' the best.

Love is the world's infinite mutability; lies, hatred, murder even, are all knit up in it; it is the inevitable blossoming of its opposites, a magnificent rose smelling faintly of blood.

You know, women always could endure more than men. Not only physically, but mentally - did you ever get a peek at some of the husbands?