She was smart, tart, dry as a Martini, Ah, but underneath, She was all... heart, something by Puccini, Ah, but underneath, In the depths... of... her interior Were fears... she... was inferior And some... thing... even eerier -- But no one dared to query her superior exterior!

I'm a lazy writer. My idea of heaven is not writing. On the other hand, I'm obviously compulsive about it.

I dim the lights... and think about you Spend sleepless nights... to think about you You said you loved me... or were you just being kind? Or am I losing my mi…

Without question, Steve is the best Broadway lyricist, past or present.

Then I would sing a little in the synagogue. See, if you're a singer, you love to turn your own ears on. You look for those rooms where the reverb is great. I …

...all the songs are solid compositions and are performed with sincerity, grace, and an abundance of technique.

I think what makes him so compelling as an artist, is that there is a tragic beauty in him. The sadness comes through in his singing.