I got into a huge argument with my friend the other day.
He is also a huge Sondheim fanatic, but he said that her rendetion of "The Ladies Who Lunch" is terrible.
I, obviously, argued that it is as close to perfection as you can get with that song, and that that song belongs to her as much as "Over the Rainbow" belongs to Judy Garland or "I Left My Heart in San Francisco" belongs to Tony Bennet.
"One no longer loves one's insight enough once one communicates it."
The opposite of creation isn't war, it's stagnation.