Stephen Sondheim

If I cannot fly, let me sing. ↗

— Stephen Sondheim

#singing #song #music

Art, in itself, is an attempt to bring order out of chaos. ↗

— Stephen Sondheim

#attempt #bring #chaos #itself #order

One difference between poetry and lyrics is that lyrics sort of fade into the background. They fade on the page and live on the stage when set to music. ↗

— Stephen Sondheim

#between #difference #fade #into #live

Now, this one might be a little stringy, but then again, it's fiddle player." That isn't fiddle player, it's piccolo player." How can you tell?" It's PIPING hot!" Then blow on it first! ↗

— Stephen Sondheim

#sweeney #todd #humor

Unless the object of the singer’s affection is a vampire, surely what Hart means is unphotogenic. Only vampires are unphotographable, but affectionate ‘-enic’ rhymes are hard to come by. ↗

— Stephen Sondheim

#lyricism #my-funny-valentine #rhymes #songwriting #valentine

Music straightjackets a poem and prevents it from breathing on its own, whereas it liberates a lyric. Poetry doesn't need music; lyrics do. ↗

— Stephen Sondheim

#lyricists #music #poetry #music

I chose and my world was shaken. So what? The choice may have been mistaken; the choosing was not. You have to move on. ↗

— Stephen Sondheim

#choice #choosing #chose #i #may

Every writer I've ever spoken to feels fraudulent in some way or other. ↗

— Stephen Sondheim

#every #feels #fraudulent #i #other

Nice is different than good. ↗

— Stephen Sondheim

#good #nice #than

The nice thing about doing a crossword puzzle is, you know there is a solution. ↗

— Stephen Sondheim

#crossword #doing #know #nice #puzzle