The Only Riots Were The People Trying

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 Only Do Business With The People I Do Business With. The People I Do Business With Find Out I Do Business With The People I Don't Do Business With.... I Can't Do Business With You.

I Think That Every Year That The New York City Ballet Is Alive Is Worthy Of Celebration. Because Otherwise The Terrible Thing Is Just That We Take It For Granted.

What We're Dealt With Hopefully Is Two Arms, Two Eyes, Two Legs, A Head, A Heart. The Variations, The Extensions, The Possibilities Of The Human Body, What That Can Do

You Cannot Write To Resonate Twenty Or Thirty Or Forty Years From Now. You Only Can Write For That Very Day, But Whatever Happens Is All Gravy.