Jonathan Larson

"6 AM. The sky glows. Somewhere a bird chirps. I want to shoot it."

"There is no god, or love, just time / Saying "Do what you will. Nothings real today" / We are fleeting numbers, and images / Like the liquid crystal digital readout / Floating on the sea of grey."

"One of these days Ill find a way / Ill rise above the throng / Theyll be amazed at what they see / One of these days someone will say / I knew it all along / One of these days, thats what will be"

"In one week Ill be thirty. Three-zero. Older than my Dad was when I was born. Older than Napoleon was when he ... did something that was probably extremely impressive at the time – Im not a historian. Im a composer. Sorry, a "promising young composer." I should have kids of my own by now, a career, but instead Ive been "promising" for so long Im afraid Im starting to break the fucking promise."

"Chubstitute (a name for a fat substitute)"

"Break of day, the dawn is here / Johnnys up and pacing / Compromise or persevere? / His mind is racing / Johnny has no guide / Johnny wants to hide / Can he make his mark, if he gives up his spark? / Johnny cant decide"

"I want to write music. I want to sit down right now at the piano, and write a song that people will listen to and remember. And do the same thing every morning for the rest of my life."

"Im not mad that you got mad when I got mad when you said I should go drop dead."

"This is a car that allows you to adjust the temperature of your ass."

"Will I lose my dignity? Will someone care? Will I wake tomorrow from this nightmare?"

"Give into love or live in fear"

"Lets open up a restaurant in Santa Fe / Oh, sunny Santa Fe would be nice / Well open up a restaurant in Santa Fe / And leave this to the roaches and mice"