Show business offers more solid promises than Catholicism.

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.

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."

What we're dealt with hopefully is two arms, two eyes, two legs, a head, a heart. The variations, the extensions, the possibilities of the human body, what that can do

Emotions of every color create the rich work of art that is life.

A life with simplicity and joy is the best statement of success.

A friend who shares is a friend who cares.

Love the person. Hate the sin.

We are all joined in a circle of stories.

Real music is always revolutionary, for it cements the ranks of the people; it arouses them and leads them onward.

Half the game is mental, the other half is being mental.

A bookshop is powder-magazine, a dynamite-shed, a drugstore of poisons, a bar of intoxicants, a den of opiates, an island of sirens.

Artists need not meet any standards to practice their craft... Virtually every other occupation requires some sort of license, union membership or something that says you are qualified.

One may imagine that a man who blew the trumpet for his living would be glad to play the violin for his amusement.