I think that some of these plays are lost in this new horror called development, which is a place for dramaturgs to say "let me tell you what your play means," and the life gets sucked out of a play.

However, the moral center of New York City, I believe, is the New York City Ballet.

Every play is so important. It's a record of what life was like at the time you wrote that play or that book.

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.

It's amazing how a little tomorrow can make up for a whole lot of yesterday.

We're all where we come from. We all have our roots.

People go to see beautiful paintings to see how much they cost. Wow. The practical value is that it shows you what the human spirit can do.