Dance is an ephemeral, a fleeting art. To describe this momentum, every movement on stage, in words is virtually impossible.

When I'm alone, I work sometimes with music, sometimes without and sometimes just listening to NPR.

My mother had a son from previous marriage and her husband died in Second World War.

Dancers are stripped enough onstage. You don't have to know more about them than they've given you already.

Perfection is a theory. You cannot be a perfect human being, perfect artist. You cannot be a perfect husband, you cannot be a perfect father probably and probably I am not. But go through your daily routine with hope you will be a little better in all respects, and do something meaningful

I read Russian literature a lot.

When a body moves, it's the most revealing thing. Dance for me a minute, and I'll tell you who you are.