We live only to dance. If living were not an essential prerequisite, we would abstain.

Dancing may not be the perfect substitute for love, human love, but it certainly requires all the time and thought and energy that could otherwise be dedicated to love.

A brand-new pair of toe shoes presents itself to us as an enemy with a will of its own that must be tamed.

We live only to dance. If living were not an essential prerequisite, we would abstain.

If a man can possess a woman sexually -really possess- he won't need to control her ideas, her opinions, her clothes, her friends, even her other lovers.

A toe shoe is as eccentric as the ballerina who wears it: their marriage is a commitment.

To live and to laugh require a reason. But dancing is so close to one's guts that it has no reason and yet it needs none; it's physical, and as a source of good cheer it is end endless.