The mark of a true crush... is that you fall in love first and grope for reasons afterward.

Until quite recently dance in America was the ragged Cinderella of the arts . . .

trying to squash a rumor is like trying to unring a bell.

At Gatling-gun tempo word-perfect the first time out. the journalistic equivalent of a high-wire front somersault without a net.

Ours was the Togetherness Generation. We equated togetherness with salvation, and expected so much from it that it was bound to let us down. Companionship, security, lifelong physical and spiritual and emotional warmth - all were to be had for the twist of a ring and the breathing of a vow. And to be had no other way.

In a nation of celebrity worshipers, amid followers of the cult of personality, individual modesty becomes a heroic quality. I find heroism in the acceptance of anonymity, in the studied resistance to the normal American tropism toward the limelight.

Evolution is fascinating to watch. To me it is the most interesting when one can observe the evolution of a single man.