The Dance Goes On Forever. So Shall

The Dance Goes On Forever. So Shall I. So Shall We.

I Danced With Passion To Spite The Music.

Ballet Is A Riddle Of Means And Ends.

There Was A Stage When Balanchine And I Didn't Talk. I Was Trying To Develop My Classical Technique As Opposed To The Fast-track Technique That He Was Pushing. We Were Very Quiet With Each Other. But After Two Years He Saw What I Was Doing And Sent Messages Through Other People That, Yes, This Is Good.

The Voices Of Moral Authority In The Theatre Demanded Only Punctuality And Physical Performance. In The Light Of Continuing Pressure And Stress, The Occasional Lip Service Paid To Moderation Was Meaningless. Starvation And Poisoning Were Not Excesses, But Measures Taken To Stay Within The Norm.