I wanted to be a Bride of Christ but I guess now I'm a young divorcee.

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."

You must first of all think justly. Don’t sit in judgment over others when you don’t know the truth of the matter.

The words come at my call but who calls whom?

Patriotism means to stand by the people, not to stand by the party.

My weak spot is laziness. I have a lot of weak spots - cookies, croissants; my wife is always lecturing me about this, I tend to put it all down as habit or it's just acting.

I think articulating things through song is a good way of letting people know that they're not alone.

Sick people, particularly those with serious conditions, greatly prefer the company of their friends and family to residence in a hospital or nursing home.

I love you, you see...and I fear I have no way to say or show it that isn't terrible, except coming here. I would kill everyone in the world for you, if you wanted.......Or not obviously

The heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old!-- The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.

The wounds received in battle bestow honor, they do not take it away.

I don't think I've ever been in love, I'm sure I will be some day. I've had enormous crushes, although I've never been into the Brad Pitt thing.