The arts are the hospitals for our souls.

I'm thought of as a cool, unemotional dancer, but inside I'm not.

I loved tests because it was another form of competing, a healthy competition.

You're never more of an individual than when you're a happy team player.

I loved the stage not because it provided an escape from myself or my humdrum life but because when the curtain went up I could be whoever I wanted to be, and that was true freedom - to be myself.

Once I started dancing, I was not the spoiled brat or the rebellious child that I was as a child.

I set as my goal to be the best dancer I could be. Not the most famous, or the highest paid dancer, just the best I could be. Out of this discipline came great freedom and calm.

On the other hand, I think it is wonderful for everyone to take ballet classes, at any age. It gives you a discipline, it gives you a place to go. It gives you some control in your life.

As soon as I hear music, something in me starts to vibrate.

When you get on stage, you can be anything. You are removed from reality in a way, the real world.

After I stopped dancing, I was unable to listen to beautiful music.

Shall I ask you how the church is to be filled, if a man is neither to take orders with a living, nor without?

Love met with respect and grand style Love - A flirtation with true lovers of love had taken his salvific beginning.

If this is where you ask me to run around in my birthday suit, I’m not entirely comfortable with that, ” I said, smirking.

I am going to support our great men and women of law enforcement.

I believe in women, especially thinking women.

It seems to me self-evident that if you have a life, things happen in it, and certain things do change; certain things end. People you know die.

I started at the age of 8 and have been lucky to be still working.

No people do so much harm as those who go about doing good.

Without respect, the subtle alchemy that binds an organization or that serves as the impetus for a business transaction would dissolve into mutual suspicion and hostility.

There is no such thing as was - only is. If was existed, there would be no grief or sorrow.