When I miss class for one day, I know it. When I miss class for two days, my teacher knows it. When I miss class for three days, the audience knows it.

The main thing is dancing, and before it withers away from my body, I will keep dancing till the last moment, the last drop.

The only critic is a full house.

I am still on stage. If you read Press...you would believe that I should be gone. But here I am doing it and DOING IT WELL!

As long as my ballets are danced, I will live.

When I miss class for one day, I know it. When I miss class for two days, my teacher knows it. When I miss class for three days, the audience knows it.

We danced with one body, one soul... For me, Margot is my family. She is all I have, only her.