All the New York City Ballet does is hit beautiful home runs.

We live in a world where amnesia is the most wished-for state. When did history become a bad word?

It's amazing how a little tomorrow can make up for a whole lot of yesterday.

And it is always Easter Sunday at the New York City Ballet. It is always coming back to life. Not even coming back to life - it lives in the constant present.

Feydeau's one rule of playwriting: Character A: My life is perfect as long as I don't see Character B. Knock Knock. Enter Character B.

Show business offers more solid promises than Catholicism.

However, the moral center of New York City, I believe, is the New York City Ballet.

The great risk is always saying, "how will I communicate what I'm trying to get across to a room full of strangers sitting in the dark watching a stage?"

How much of your life can you account for? My life is a collage of unaccounted for brush strokes; I am all random”.

I don't think about taking a risk. I think about how far can I go. How can I make myself. What are the risks I must create.

You can read ten books and finally come across one detail, and it's like, "now everything else makes sense. Now I know where I am."

Your power is in your story and all the wisdom it has brought you.

...while extraordinary products and unique services still afford a competitive advantage, the one advantage that stands the test of time...is people.

The songs I had are withered Or vanished clean. Yet there are bright tracks Where I have been.

Nobody has a monopoly on good ideas

I do not rule out the possibility of being prime minister of India one day, but there is still time.

Nobody is ever misunderstood at a fireside; he may only be disagreed with.

I ask the clergy why don't I see myself represented in leadership? And I'm told, and this happens quite a bit, "We don't think about race when we hire. We just hire the best person for the job."

No one wants to lose their job, or cede the power they've acquired.

There is no heaven or afterlife for broken down computers; that is a fairy story for people afraid of the dark.

I turn to history not for lessons but to confront my experience with the experience of others and to win for myself a sense of responsibility for the state of the human conscience.