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“Let the moment go. Don’t forget it for a moment, though. Just remembering you had an ‘and’ when you’re back to ‘or’ makes the ‘or’ mean more than it did before. Now I understand—and it’s time to leave the woods.”

Quote by Stephen Sondheim

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Stephen Sondheim
Stephen Sondheim

Stephen Sondheim, an American composer, was born on March 22, 1930. Renowned for his exceptional contributions to the musical theater genre, Sondheim's works are characterized by complex melodies, profound lyrics, and innovative narrative structures. His musicals, including 'West Side Story,' 'Company,' 'Follies,' and 'Sweeney Todd,' have had a profound impact not only in the United States but also globally. more

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