I Read Russian Literature A Lot.

The Russian People Get So Insanely Close To Each Other As Friends. Their Lives Are Interrelated So Much On An Everyday Basis.

I Always Had A Kind Of Strange Relationship With New York City, With Total Love Affair In The Beginning Then Retreat During The Kind Of Conservatives Of Politics And Real Estate And Business Came, And Then I Am Again Kind Of Fighting For The Justice To The City, To Open The City For The Artists.

Dances Have A Second And Third Life. You Feel They Are Never Ready. They Always Have A Chance For Another Life.

A Country Like Belgium, Or Socialist Countries In Central Europe Spend More Money On Art Education Than The United States, Which Is A Really Puzzling Thought.

When A Dancer Comes Onstage, He Is Not Just A Blank Slate That The Choreographer Has Written On. Behind Him He Has All The Decisions He Has Made In Life. Each Time, He Has Chosen, And In What He Is Onstage, You See The Result Of Those Choices. You Are Looking At The Person He Is, And The Person Who, At This Point, He Cannot Help But Be Exceptional Dancers, In My Experience, Are Also Exceptional People, People With An Attitude Toward Life, A Kind Of Quest, And An Internal Quality. They Know Who They Are, And They Show This To You, Willingly.