It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, everywhere you go; Take a look in the five-and-ten, glistening once again. With candy canes and silver lanes aglow.
You pile up enough tomorrows and you’ll be left with nothing but a bunch of empty yesterdays. I don’t know about you, but I’d like to make today worth remembering.
Never let the demands of tomorrow interfere with the pleasures and excitement of today.
Where is the good in goodbye?
Most playwrights go wrong on the fifth word. When you start a play and you type ‘Act one, scene one,’ your writing is every bit as good as Arthur Miller or Eugene O’Neill or anyone. It’s that fifth word where amateurs start to go wrong.
Regarding the current Broadway revival of The Music Man, Jay Nordlinger wrote: There will always be those who sniff that the show is “feel good”-but, oh, it feels good to feel good. And the main reason The Music Man feels so good is that it is good-a great American musical.
There were birds in the sky, but I never saw them winging, No I never saw them at all, Until there was you.