[HAMILTON]I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory

Everyday has the potential to be the greatest day of your life

I'm past patiently waitin,' I'm passionately smashin' every expectation, every action's an act of creation.

I try to let my decisions be guided not by what I think will succeed or fail, but what I'm going to learn from that process.

When I get called in for stuff for Hollywood, I get to be the best friend of the Caucasian leadIf I want to play the main guy, I have found, I have to write it.

You can't control the success or failure of a thing you work on. You can only control the thing you work on.

The distance between where I am and where I want to be seems impossibly large.

Ed Koch once said that New York City is where immigrants come to audition for America. That's what happened to my parents; that's what happened to me.

If you're thinking about the idea in the shower. If you're thinking about the idea while you're walking your dog, there's probably something to it.

I think if you want to make a recipe for making a writer, have them feel a little out of place everywhere, have them be an observer kind of all the time. And that's a great way to make a writer.

I'm not going to hang out with celebrities, I'm not going to parties. I have two songs due for Moana next week, and I'm going to go and spend some time with Maui and Moana in the ocean, in my mind.

Remember to get the weather in your damn book--weather is very important.

Xander Harris: Hair. Red. Red is good. Fire engines are red. Porsche's are red.

To be what it takes for truly being is the most profound skill among all that exists in any form

Spend some amount of time alone everyday.

Herman Melville was as separated from a civilized literature as the lost Atlantis was said to have been from the great peoples of the earth.

God's mighty power comes when God's people learn to walk with God.

The two best subjects for conversation are talking shop and making love.

Not only is the old man twice a child, but also the man who is drunk.

No matter what you do in life, a part of you still sits at a curbside, still hearing the drumbeat of a distant parade, still waiting for it to turn the corner.

Who among us has not sought peace in a song?