I think of the New York City Ballet as the Yankees without George Steinbrenner.

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."

Murder is a dream because lack is the center of both.

Better to be the failure who nobly strived than the success who never really had to.

When you begin to expect miracles, Jesus feels insulted.

Nice jewelry and a boys corpse. Oh you're so pretty.

I'm not planning to endorse anybody. I have a long friendship with the family and a long friendship with Jeb [Bush], but I'm, like a lot of people, sitting on the sidelines watching and waiting.

Tell me how I stay positive When they never see good in me

Though The Kite Runner was my first completed novel, I had been writing on and off for most of my life, primarily short stories, and primarily for myself.

As a culture moves from orality to writing to printing to televising, its ideas of truth move with it.

The ego is like a kid in the basement: It's best to keep him busy.