The spirit of dance is an amazing thing. When the body and the spirit meet, it's a good thing.

You take a plug and put it in a socket, and that's what the theatre is-it lights up right away. You speak, and they respond immediately.

Theatre is immediate gratification

Mother loved dance so much that she thought (ballerina) Margot Fonteyn should be the president.

It's communication - that's what theatre is all about.

I'm bugged because I can't believe I can't speak every language there is. But I feel I can when I sit and am with somebody, and I can dance for them. Because dance is dialogue without language.

Many of the shows I danced in don't exist on film, but they do exist in the memories of those who were in the theater for that single moment in time. And nothing can replace that.

My neighborhood was a great neighborhood; it was filled with all sorts of ethnic groups and things. So I grew up thinking I was a human being.

Looking back doesn't have to be painful.

I love life. I love the live theater.

I'm not comfortable with just me, me, me. That's boring.

I need you, the reader, to imagine us, for we don't really exist if you don't.

Myself when young did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint and heard great argument About it and about: but evermore Came out by the same door where in I went.

Increased wages, higher pensions, more unemployment insurance, all are of no avail if the purchasing power of money falls faster.

It is our duty to serve those who serve us.

The only person for whom the house was in any way special was Arthur Dent, and that was only because it happened to be the one he lived in.

I couldn't make sense of things. But then I began the process of civilising myself and trying to become a decent human being. I'm still working on it.

A tender heart is a wakeful, watchful heart. It watches against sin in the soul, sin in the family, sin in the calling, sin in spiritual duties and performances.

Creativity thrives best when constrained.

There is no country in the world where machinery is so lovely as in America.

The soul of sweet delight, can never be defiled.