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 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.

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

In today's world, everything seems like some sort of long audition.

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.

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

Directors are never in short supply of girlfriends.