Put a man and a girl on stage and there is already a story; a man and two girls, there's already a plot.

Why are you stingy with yourselves? Why are you holding back? What are you saving for - for another time? There are no other times. There is only now. Right now.

First comes the sweat. Then comes the beauty if you're very lucky and have said your prayers.

In my ballets, woman is first. Men are consorts. God made men to sing the praises of women. They are not equal to men: They are better.

I don't have a past. I have a continuous present. The past is part of the present, just as the future is. We exist in time.

What are you waiting for? What are you saving for? Now is all there is.

Someone once said that dancers work just as hard as policeman, always alert, always tense. But I don't agree with that because policeman don't have to look beautiful at the same time.

I don't want people who want to dance; I want people who have to dance.

The ballet is a purely female thing; it is a woman, a garden of beautiful flowers, and man is the gardener.

Dancers are instruments, like a piano the choreographer plays.

Dance is music made visible

Even though we are supposed to be low caste and poor our vote also has the same value and validity as that of great people.

What is it that makes us trust our judges? Their independence in office and manner of appointment.

I'm a heavy smoker. I go through two lighters a day.

There is no end to the promotion. There is no end to the possibilities. You can continue to promote a book for years, literally.

Truth is that which does not contaminate you, but empowers you. Therefore, there are degrees of truth, but, generically, truth is that which can do no harm. It cannot harm.

I am fully convinced that the soul is indestructible, and its activity will continue through eternity.

I think jazz and comic books are probably the two uniquely American art forms.

The greatness of contemplation can be given to none but those who love.

We had times in '66 and '67 when we would pick up a platoon of privates out of the receiving barracks the week before we even graduated the platoon that we were on!

Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.