I thank God that I wasn't born perfect.

Mary Martin was Broadway's biggest closet king. Everyone thought Ethel (Merman) was butch and maybe a lesbian, but she wasn't. And everyone thought that lovely little Mary was Miss Femme, and she was -- except next to her gay husband. In other words, don't judge a star by her cover.

The energy doesn't end at the hands. I want such intensity that it feels like light is streaming from every finger.

Don't dance for the audience; dance for yourself.

The time to sing is when your emotional level is just too high to speak anymore, and the time to dance is when your emotions are just too strong to only sing about how you feel.

I like attractive people who aren't so terribly aware that they are attractive... people who aren't afraid to roll on the floor and make fools out of themselves.

I think Balanchine and Robbins talk to God and when I call, he's out to lunch.