You Can't Kind Of Take Away, You

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.

Sometimes You Have To Protect The Life Of The Play. It Seems Like Spelling Out Mysterious, Musical Details Can Destroy A Play By Making The Motivations Too Clear, Too Simplex.

The Atlantic Ocean Was Something Then.

Every Play Is So Important. It's A Record Of What Life Was Like At The Time You Wrote That Play Or That Book.

The Life Of A Dancer Is Tragically Short. What Is Remarkable About The New York City Ballet Is That It Makes Us Forget That. Because It Keeps The Ballet Alive.