How much of your life can you account for? My life is a collage of unaccounted for brush strokes; I am all random”.

I don't think about taking a risk. I think about how far can I go. How can I make myself. What are the risks I must create.

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.

And what would be great numbers in a Broadway show are now on stage of the New York City Ballet.

The Atlantic Ocean was something then.

You can't be a sort of pioneer.

What we're dealt with hopefully is two arms, two eyes, two legs, a head, a heart. The variations, the extensions, the possibilities of the human body, what that can do