It's one of the things that looks good written down, but the reality is that you think about the pieces you're doing and try to bear in mind everyone in the audience.

People strangely revere dance. They see it as another world, and dancers are somehow mysterious - just because they don't speak.

I once went through the dustbin outside David Bowie's house.

I saw the Nutcracker to be a dummy as I thought of its mouth moving like a nutcracker - and also find them pretty scary as they almost have a life of their own.

I wish I was more adventurous.

With two teenagers in the house, we sometimes experience a degree of domestic turbulence that sounds, to my ear, like a boiling teakettle filled with hormones shrieking on a stove.

He created us for adventure, not ease.

But, after all, the aim of art is to create space - space that is not compromised by decoration or illustration, space within which the subjects of painting can live.

Ubuntu is doing amazing things, and I think it's going to change the face of the desktop.

Beauty can come in strange forms.

Love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything. Love still stands when all else has fallen.

The Lord takes care of his own, but church trustees still put lightning rods on the steeple.

I believe in saying the truth, coming out with it cold, shocking if necessary, not disguising it.

When I'm filming I live out of a suitcase, so everything is thrown everywhere. In real life, I'm a bit tidier.

Mutual commitment to ideals - yes; the stifling of all dissenting notions - no.