I've nothing to say. Well, nothing that's not been said. Any sentimental recounting of my memories of the few times I was lucky enough to interact with Stephen Sondheim would feel, to me, a sort of fraud compared to the memories of his collaborators, friends, and family who are grieving a fresh loss in their lives. I admired the man, but I couldn't say I knew him well. His work, though, remains. That's durable foreve…
SOURCE: The New York Public Library at 07:18PM on February 24, 2022