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

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.

Show business offers more solid promises than Catholicism.

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."

It doesn't matter how great your shoes are if you don't accomplish anything in them.

The world has forgotten, in its concern with Left and Right, that there is an Above and Below.

I am persuaded that there is no affection of the human heart more exquisitely pure, than that which is felt by a grateful son towards a mother.

Here ah am in the junky's limbo; too sick tae sleep, too tired tae stay awake. A twilight zone ay the senses where nothing's real except the crushing, omnipresent misery n pain in your mind n body.

I hate show business.

There are two movies where I keep my clothes on. My parents will be very proud. They're challenging characters, which I'm excited about.

If my house was on fire, I can't compromise about which part of the house I'm going to save. You save the whole house or it will all burn down. We either save this country or we do not.

Two questions I can't really answer about fiction are 1) where it comes from, and 2) why we need it. But that we do create it and also crave it is beyond dispute.

There is a light in this world, a healing spirit more powerful than any darkness we may encounter.

I always had the theory that if you have a dream, chase it. And I'm chasing it.