Pioneers get slaughtered, and the settlers prosper.
If you're doing a musical, you should be out to give the audience something special, emotional, an uplifting feeling, something that stays with them.
Filipino pride. I'm so excited, I'm just sending love to the Philippines. I know they've had a tough year and I just send out my feelings to them.
I basically never feel like writing. I am a happy-go-lucky, relaxed, fun-seeking kind of person. And working disturbs that, because it puts me in a state of anxiety.
I only like to write shows that I feel like no one has seen before.
It's very hard to go from the intense self-criticism you need to have during previews to all of a sudden letting go of it and trying to enjoy the moment, but I'm doing my best and I'm finally beginning to relax a little bit.
I like to think my sense of humor is sort of smart and dumb at the same time. I like to work on multiple levels - smart and dumb, funny and sad, profound and mundane, cynical and hopeful.
Only after I faced the unhappiness of my first marriage did I start on the path of personal growth.
Burn with that consuming fire of objectivity that forces a man to renew efforts that are doomed to failure.
The ladies men admire, I've heard, Would shudder at a wicked word. Their candle gives a single light, They'd rather stay at home at night. They do not keep awake 'till three, Nor read erotic poetry. They never sanction the impure, Nor recognize an overture. They shrink from powders and from paints. . . So far I've had no complaints.
To me there's nothing to get excited about with Hillary Clinton. I mean, maybe there's things to get excited about in terms of, scared of, opposition. But I don't think Hillary has this large army of devoted fans willing to go through fire for her.