Oh, I Never Use A Seat Belt.

And It Is Always Easter Sunday At The New York City Ballet. It Is Always Coming Back To Life. Not Even Coming Back To Life - It Lives In The Constant Present.

I Don't Think About Taking A Risk. I Think About How Far Can I Go. How Can I Make Myself. What Are The Risks I Must Create.

However, The Moral Center Of New York City, I Believe, Is The New York City Ballet.

The Atlantic Ocean Was Something Then.

And What Would Be Great Numbers In A Broadway Show Are Now On Stage Of The New York City Ballet.