Sometimes during a ballet I'll look around and see all these rows of intent faces, concentrating on this beautiful thing up on the stage.

As you get older, you sometimes feel that it's harder and harder to get something new and wonderful to come into your life.

If things are going well, if the writing's coming along, I jump out of bed happy. And if the previous day has been bad, I get out of bed disgruntled.

The New York City Ballet is obviously speaking to a whole new generation and bringing it the same wonder and beauty that it brought previous generations

I trained myself to be organized.

The ballet embodies the notes of music. And sometimes you almost feel like you can see the notes dance up there on the stage.

Ballet is sort of a mystery to me. And I don't want to unravel that mystery.