As soon as you become afraid to make a fool of yourself, you're in trouble. I decided I may as well just see if I can live with myself making millions of mistakes and learn something from it.

The nature of my compulsion was such that I danced in my sleep. The entire household was sometimes awakened by loud thumping sounds coming from my room.

When you are on stage you are having an affair with three thousand people.

Fortunately for children, the uncertainties of the present always give way to the enchanted possibilities of the future.

The dance goes on forever. So shall I. So shall we.

As unnatural as dancing is, you have to find a natural way to do the unnatural.

... each action taken in this world has its echo in the heart.

I know my body. What happened is that I got so caught up in the applause I forgot how I should dance. All my life I've been what others wanted - in dancing and in life. Now I'm doing it my way.

Ballet is a riddle of means and ends.

I danced with passion to spite the music.

In saying my prayers, I discovered the voice of an innermost self, the raw nerve of my identity.

My soul is filled with exceedingly joy.

After all, it isn't the facts of one's environment, but one's attitude toward them, that determines whether one will be defeated or victorious.

I did, I'd say, at least about 80 percent of the rest of the driving, and I had the time of my life.

The love of freedom is actually an aberration.

Factory farming, of course, does not cause all the world's problems, but is is remarkable just how many of them intersect there.

Suffering can serve us. Suffering tests our trust in God's promises. And we have a great interest in knowing the truth about our trust in Him.

Still the most intense pleasure's but a splinter of ice on the gallons of lava that gush from my cracked heart.

There's a war going on outside no man is safe from. You can run but you can't hide forever.

God did not die. The God who took on Himself a human nature died in His humanity, but the deity did not perish on the cross.

The hocus-pocus phantasm of a God, like another Cerberus, with one body and three heads, had its birth and growth in the blood of thousands and thousands of martyrs.