Lin Miranda Quotes

[BURR] I am the one thing in life I can control.

Death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes, and we keep living anyway....

You have no control. Who lives, who dies, who tells your story.

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

Look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now.

You are perfectly cast in your life. I can't imagine anyone but you in the role. Go play.

I am the one thing in life I can control. I am inimitable; I am an original. I'm not falling behind or running late. I'm not standing still: I am lying in wait.

Love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love cannot be killed or swept aside.

I know my sister like I know my own mind, you will never find anyone as trusting or as kind.

[HAMILTON} There's a million things I haven't done but just you wait. Just you wait.

Why do you write like you're running out of time?

Dying is easy, young man. Living is harder

[ELIZA] You and your words flooded my senses, your sentences left me defenseless. You built me palaces out of paragraphs, you built cathedrals.

To engender empathy and create a world using only words is the closest thing we have to magic.

How on Earth did you do that with the same 24 hours a day that everyone else gets?

Raise a glass to freedom Something they can never take away No matter what they tell you

History is entirely created by the person who tells the story.

Legacy. What is a Legacy? It's planting seeds in a garden you never get to see

I may not live to see our glory But I will gladly join the fight And when our children tell our story They'll tell the story of tonight

[WASHINGTON] It’s alright, you want to fight, you’ve got a hunger I was just like you when I was younger Head full of fantasies of dyin’ like a martyr? [HAMILTON] Yes [WASHINGTON] Dying is easy, young man. Living is harder

Come on brain, think of things Come on brain, think of things Come on brain, be so smart

I am not throwing away my shot. I am not throwing away my shot. I'm just like my country. I'm young, scrappy, and hungry. And I am not throwing away my shot.

Dying is easy young man. Living Is harder

Comma sexting. It's a thing. Get into it.

The past places no absolute limit on the future.

Sometimes the right person tells the right story at the right moment, and through a combination of luck and design, a creative expression gains new force.

I wish writing were really like the way Andy staged it here: Me in a mania at a desk while a group of people stand around cheering in awe. More realistically, it's me pooping around on Twitter until I get an idea.

If you stand for nothing, Burr, what'll you fall for?

Life doesn't discriminate Between the sinners and the saints It takes and it takes and it takes And we keep living anyway We rise and we fall and we break And we make our mistakes

I am the one thing in life I can control. I am inimitable. I am an original

{BURR} Life doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints. It takes and it takes and it takes. And we keep living anyway. We rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes and if there's a reason I'm still alive when so many have died then I'm willing to-- wait for it.

(On Angelica in 'Satisfied') Oof. Tryin’ to out-Eponine Eponine up in this piece.

Lin beamed, and threw a couple of triumphant middle fingers in the air.

I'm not throwing away my shot.

Talk less. Smile more.

You didn't expect these notes to turn into my therapy session, did you?

BURR: Alexander joins forces with James Madison and John Jay to write a series of essays defending the new United States Constitution, entitled The Federalist Papers. The plan was to write a total of 25 essays, the work divided evenly among the three men. In the end, they wrote 85 essays, in the span of six months. John Jay got sick after writing 5. James Madison wrote 29. Hamilton wrote the other 51.

Talk less. Smile more. Don't let them know what you're against or what you're for.

I’m erasing myself from the narrative. Let future historians wonder how Eliza reacted when you broke her heart.

My wife's the reason anything gets done, she nudges me towards promise by degrees. She is a perfect symphony of one our son is her most beautiful reprise. We chase the melodies that seem to find us until they're finished songs and start to play. When senseless acts of tragedy remind us that nothing here is promised--not one day. This show is proof that history remembers. We live in times when hate and fear seem stronger. We rise and fall and light from dying embers--remembrances that hope and love last longer. And love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love cannot be killed or swept aside. I sing Vanessa's symphony. Eliza tells her story. Now, fill the world with music, love, and pride.

When Lin optioned his book, Ron was relieved that the Founding Father who had the most dramatic and least appreciated life story would finally get his due—even though a rap musical was the last way that Ron had anticipated Hamilton getting it.

(Questlove) Is this the most revolutionary thing to happen to Broadway, or the most revolutionary thing to happen to hip-hop?

I was having a drink with Hugh Laurie, with whom I’d worked on his series House, and I told him I wanted to write a breakup letter from King George to the colonies. Without blinking, he improv’d at me, “Awwww, you’ll be back,” wagging his finger. I laughed and filed it away. Thanks, Hugh Laurie.

[BURR] We dream of a brand new start, but we dream in the dark for the most part. Dark as a tomb where it happens. I've got to be in the room where it happens.

When you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart - and I thought I was so smart.

You have married an Icarus; He has flown too close to the sun

I know how deep in the DNA musicals get because they're deep in my DNA.

Anytime you write something, you go through so many phases. You go through the I’m a Fraud phase. You go through the I’ll Never Finish phase. And every once in a while you think, What if I actually have created what I set out to create, and it’s received as such?

Time alone is the gift of self-entertainment - and that is the font of creativity

Good Morning Don't wait on anyone to make your favorite thing Make your own favorite thing Go

Gmorning. Allow for the possibility that the best of you is still inside you, waiting to emerge. Prepare the way, bit by bit.

It looked like Mission Control, if NASA's business was launching rockets full of rapping multiracial actors in colonial garb into space.

Gmorning! You're gonna make mistakes. You're gonna fail. You're gonna get back up. You're gonna break hearts. You're gonna change minds. You're gonna make noise. You're gonna make music. You're gonna be late, let's GO. Gnight! You're gonna fall down. You're gonna be tested. You're gonna learn about yourself. You're gonna get brave. You're gonna take stands. You're gonna make waves. You're gonna make history. You're gonna need rest, REST UP.

Every day has the potential to be the greatest day of your life.

On opening night, standing under the Rogers's marquee, [Lin] realized that if Eliza's struggle was the element of Hamilton's story that had inspired him the most, then the show itself was a part of her legacy.

And love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love cannot be killed or swept aside. I sing Vanessa's symphony. Eliza tells her story. Now, fill the world with music, love, and pride.

If art can help us grieve, can help us mourn, then lean on it.

When my prayers to God were met with indifference, I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverance

Forgiveness. Can you imagine?

(On 'The Story Of Tonight (Reprise)') Tommy Kail and I always described this scene as “When your hometown friends are at the party with your college friends.

[NINA] When I was a child I stayed wide awake Climbed to the highest place On every fire escape Restless to climb I got every scholarship Saved every dollar The first to go to college How do I tell them why I’m coming back home?

How do you write like tomorrow won’t arrive? How do you write like you need it to survive? How do you write ev’ry second you’re alive? Ev’ry second you’re alive? Ev’ry second you’re alive?

[HAMILTON] There's a million things I haven't done but just you wait. Just you wait.

I stop wasting time on tears. I live another fifty years. It's not enough!

Build us a bridge to where you are.

Gmorning. YOU ARE SO LOVED AND WE LIKE HAVING YOU AROUND. *ties one end of this sentence to your heart, the other end to everyone who loves you, even the ones you haven’t heard from for a while* *checks knots* THERE. STAY PUT, YOU. Gnight. YOU ARE SO LOVED AND WE LIKE HAVING YOU AROUND. *ties one end of this sentence to your heart, the other end to everyone who loves you in this life, even if clouds obscure your view* *checks knots* THERE. STAY PUT, YOU. TUG IF YOU NEED ANYTHING.

{ELIZA] I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight. We were at a revel with some rebels on a hot night. Laughing at my sister as she dazzling the room. Then you walked in and my heart went boom.

I think Lafayette wants to rap in French now. I have to go learn some French. Damn it, Lafayette.

This is familiar in contemporary politics.

Southern motherfucking democratic-republicans

Change requires hope.

Love doesn't discriminate Between the sinners And the saints. It takes and it takes and it takes And we keep loving anyway. We laugh and we cry And we break And we make our mistakes. And if there's a reason I'm by her side When so many have tried Then I'm willing to wait for it. I'm willing to wait for it

We push away what we can never understand; we push away the unimaginable.

And there's a million things I haven't done But just you wait, just you wait...

Pa I did exactly as you said, Pa I held my head up high.. Even before we got to ten I was aiming for the sky I was aiming for the sky

My father wasn’t around. I swear that I’ll be around for you.

I think Lafayette wants to rap in French now. I have to go learn some French. Damn it, Lafayette

The plan is to fan this spark into a flame

I’ll make the world safe and sound for you.. You will come of age with our young nation. We’ll bleed and fight for you, we’ll make it right for you. If we lay a strong enough foundation.. We’ll pass it on to you, we’ll give the world to you.

This was the way into Burr. I knew he and Hamilton circled each other all their lives, I knew they went from friends to frenemies to foes, but it wasn’t til I read this detail online—that Theodosia was married to a British officer when Aaron Burr met her, and he waited until she was available—that the character of Burr came free in my imagination. Imagine Hamilton waiting—for anything. That’s when I realized our task was to dramatize not two ideological opposites, but a fundamental difference in temperament.

We’re immigrants. We get the job done. Alexander Hamilton to the Marquis de Lafayette me (at centre-stage)

Gmorning. This feeling will pass. This workload will pass. These people will pass. But look at you, with the gift of memory. You can time travel to the good stuff just by closing your eyes & breathing. Then come right back to now, eyes up for the good stuff ahead. You magic thing. Gnight. This moment will pass. This fatigue will pass. Tonight will pass. But look at you, with the gift of imagination. You can teleport to where you're happiest just by closing your eyes and breathing. Then come right back to now, check in with the present. You magic thing, you.

[ELIZA] I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight. We were at a revel with some rebels on a hot night. Laughing at my sister as she dazzling the room. Then you walked in and my heart went boom.

I walk alone to the store And it’s quiet uptown I never liked the quiet before I take the children to church on Sunday A sign of the cross at the door And I pray That never used to happen before

My wife's the reason anything gets done, She nudges me toward promise by degrees. She is a perfect symphony of one, Our son is her most beautiful reprise. We chase the melodies that seem to find us Until they're finished songs and start to play When senseless acts of tragedy remind us That nothing here is promised, not one day. This show is proof that history remembers We live through times when hate and fear seem stronger. We rise and fall and light from dying embers Remembrances that hope and love last longer. And love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love cannot be killed or swept aside. I sing Vanessa’s symphony, Eliza tells her story Now fill the world with music, love and pride.

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.

When you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart.. and I thought I was so smart.

You will come of age with our young nation We’ll bleed and fight for you, we’ll make it right for you If we lay a strong enough foundation We’ll pass it on to you, we’ll give the world to you

Lin says the sensation of standing in the middle of these unsettling effects is a distilled version of how he feels throughout the show: "I am staying in my lane and doing what I'm supposed to do while everyone is doing what they do at the height of their abilities, and if I move to the left or right, I'll get hit with a desk.

Ron told Pippa that during the six years he had spent on the book, Valerie Chernow had developed a powerful identification with Hamilton’s wife. “She used to say, ‘Eliza is like me: She’s good, she’s true, she’s loyal, she’s not ambitious.’ There was a purity and a goodness about the character, and that was like Valerie,” he says. In 2006, after 27 years of marriage, Valerie passed away. For her gravestone, Ron chose a line from the letter that Hamilton wrote to Eliza on the night before the duel: “Best of wives and best of women.

Your mind is yours alone. Do what it takes to make yourself comfy. Build a library in there, play some music. Make it your home.

Good morning. Lead with gratitude. The air in your lungs, the sky above you. Proceed from there.

A big part of growing up is bringing all of yourself into a space, not just the parts of yourself that relate to the people in the room.

Unclench your fists. Lower your shoulders. Step away. Then come back with a clear head, redouble your efforts. I believe in you.

[ANGELICA] I noticed a comma in the middle of a phrase It changed the meaning. Did you intend this? One stroke and you've consumed my waking days It says: [HAMILTON/ANGELICA:] “My dearest Angelica” [ANGELICA:] With a comma after “dearest” You've written [HAMILTON AND ANGELICA:] “My dearest, Angelica.

You'll be back like before. I will fight the fight and win the war for your love, for your praise, and I'll love you till my dying days. When you're gone I'll go mad, so don't throw away this thing we had. Cuz when push comes to shove, I will kill you friends and family to remind you of my love. - King George

Death doesn't discriminate Between the sinners and the saints, It takes, and it takes, and it takes And we keep living it takes And we keep living anyway. We rise and we fall And we break, And we make our mistakes. And if there's a reason I'm still alive When ev'ryone who loves me has died I'm willing to wait for it. I'm willing to wait for it.

Gmorning November You lurch & you lumber From bonfire to ember From waking to slumber You deaden the grass & you piss in the pot The birds all haul ass And the pumpkins all rot Remember, November: Momentous elections Ignite us, divide us, Divine new directions November— Chill. Gnight, November Come in from the cold We're making hot cocoa with WHOLE milk: we're bold. CHILL, November. CHILL.

Gmorning. This feeling will pass. This workload will pass. These people will pass. But look at you, with the gift of memory. You can time travel to the good stuff just by closing your eyes & breathing. Then come right back to now, eyes up for the good stuff ahead. You magic thing. Gnight. This moment will pass. This fatigue will pass. Tonight will pass. But look at you, with the gift of imagination. You can teleport to where you're happiest just by closing your eyes and breathing. Then come right back to now, check in with the present. You magic thing, you.

Unless Lin made the whole thing up - and nobody has said that he did - it suggest that however innovative Obama's speeches and Lin's show might seem, they are, in fact, traditional. They don't reinvent the American character, they renew it. They remind us of something we forgot, something that fell as far out of sight as the posthumously neglected Alexander Hamilton, who spent his life defending one idea above all: "the necessity of Union to the respectability and happiness of this Country." Obama's speeches and Lin's show resonate so powerfully with their audiences because they find eloquent ways to revive Hamilton's revolution, the one that spurred Americans to see themselves and each other as fellow citizens in a sprawling, polyglot, young republic. It's the change in thought and feeling that makes all the other changes possible.