In order to be creative, you have to know how to prepare to be creative.

I walk into a large white room. It's a dance studio in midtown Manhattan. The room is clean, virtually spotless if you don’t count the thousands of skid marks and footprints left there by dancers rehearsing. Other than the mirrors, the boom box, the skid marks, and me, the room is empty.

Whom the gods wish to destroy, they give unlimited resources.

There's a paradox in the notion that creativity should be a habit. We think of creativity as a way of keeping everything fresh and new, while habit implies routine and repetition. That paradox intrigues me because it occupies the place where creativity and skill rub up against each other.

There are as many forms of memory as there are ways of perceiving, and every one of them is worth mining for inspiration.

We get into ruts when we run with the first idea that pops into our head, not the last one.

when the time came I would do battle with my mother for the right to sit at the center of my own life.