She's one of those third year girls who gripe my liver... You know, American college kids. They come over here to take their third year and lap up a little culture... They're officious and dull. They're always making profound observations they've overheard.

I don't even want to discuss Flashdance. I'm no critic, but that's an interesting phenomenon, that picture.

Things danced on the screen do not look the way they do on the stage. On the stage, dancing is three-dimensional, but a motion picture is two-dimensional.

The future of dance will always be tied up with the public's acceptance of the star. If they accept the star, then they'll accept the dance.

I may be rancid butter, but I'm on your side of the bread.

I miss the romance. I keep saying this over and over again, but dance follows music. And if the accent today is percussion and rhythm and loudness, then that is the way the dance numbers will be. But it is pretty hard on romance with seven guitars, three drums, and no melody instruments in the band.

Come on with the rain / I’ve a smile on my face.