I have a sort of tactility about music. I go into record stores and just run my fingers over it, the spines.

Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.

I have not wanted to intimidate audiences. I have not wanted my dancing to be an elitist form. That doesn't mean I haven't wanted it to be excellent.

Ultimately there is no such thing as failure. There are lessons learned in different ways.

Our ability to grow is directly proportional to an ability to entertain the uncomfortable.

No one is born with skill. It is developed through exercise, through repetition, through a blend of learning and reflection that's both painstaking and rewarding. And it takes time.

If you only do what you know and do it very, very well, chances are that you won't fail. You'll just stagnate, and your work will get less and less interesting, and that's failure by erosion

You don't get into the mood to create – it's discipline.

Life is about moving, it’s about change. And when things stop doing that they’re dead.

More often than not I've found, a rut is a consequence of sticking to tried and tested methods that don't take into account how you or the world has changed.

If art is the bridge between what you see in your mind and what the world sees, then skill is how you build that bridge.

Your love is my diamond that I want to wear near my heart. Your hug is my heaven where I want to belong always.

...there are books...which you can't tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.

Show me a church's songs and I'll show you their theology.

It's a bad bargain where nobody gains.

Love, I thought, is stronger than death or the fear of death. Only by it, by love, life holds together and advances.

Was it a light only she could see? A gypsy's spell? A mystery?

I have started to say "A quarter of a century" Or "thirty years back" About my own life.

Man is a dream about a shadow. But when some splendour falls upon him from God, a glory comes to him and his life is sweet.

Never give us what we really want. Cut the dream into pieces and scatter them like ashes. Dole out the empty promises. Package our aspirations and sell them to us, cheaply made enough to fall apart.

I don’t envision a long life for myself. Like, I think my life will run out before my work does, y’know? I’ve designed it that way.