Every ballet, whether or not successful artistically or with the public, has given me something important.

I don't go to a gym, I don't do yoga. I don't do personal training.

When a body moves, it's the most revealing thing. Dance for me a minute, and I'll tell you who you are.

I do not try to dance better than anyone else. I only try to dance better than myself.

Be. Good. To yourself, to other people, to everything you do. It's a norm of life by which people should try to live. Don't waste time. Be interesting and interested.

The more injuries you get, the smarter you get.

I was not extremely patriotic about Mother Russia. I played their game, pretending. You have to deal with, you know, party people, KGB. Horrifying.

No one is born a dancer. You have to want it more than anything.

No dancer can watch Fred Astaire and not know that we all should have been in another business.

When I see people on the street, I look at how they walk. It's like a signature, a fingerprint.

There comes a moment in a young artist's life when he knows he has to bring something to the stage from within himself. He has to put in something in order to be able to take something.

I love like a beaten child and I trust like an addict.

I love the sea because it is boundless.

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You're meant to have an unhappy childhood to be a writer, but there's a lot to be said for a very happy one that just let's you get on with it.

We would take millions [of undocumented illegal] if they would serve in the military.

My painting is what I have to give back to the world for what the world gives to me.

I have always been a great dreamer; in dreams I am more active than in my real life, and these shadows sapped me of health and energy.

Benedict may not be as hurt as he really is.

A stationary condition of capital and population implies no stationary state of human improvement. There could be as much scope as ever for all kinds of mental culture, and moral and social progress.

Do you feel better?” I asked Sam as he opened the door to the Volkswagen for me. “Yes,” he said. He was still a terrible liar. “Good,” I said. I was still a fantastic one.