There comes a day when people begin to say, 'Why doesn't that old duffer retire?' I want to get out while they're still saying Astaire is a hell of a dancer.

When you're experimenting you have to try so many things before you choose what you want, and you may go days getting nothing but exhaustion.

Can't act. Can't sing. Slightly bald. Can dance a little.

But I do nothing that I don't like, such as "inventing" up to the arty or "down" to the corny. I happen to relish a certain type of corn. What I think is the really dangerous approach is the "let's be artistic" attitude. I know that artistry just happens.

And that love that wrinkles your nose touches my foolish heart.

Of course, Ginger was able to accomplish sex through dance. We told more through our movements instead of the big clinch. We did it all in the dance.

I have no desire to prove anything by dancing ... I just dance.