Ballet Is A Riddle Of Means And

In Saying My Prayers, I Discovered The Voice Of An Innermost Self, The Raw Nerve Of My Identity.

I Embarked On A Risky Course Of Plastic Surgery And Silicone Injections, Major Dental Realignments And Gruesome Medical Procedures. I Pray That Young Dancers, Those Who Imitate Me At Their Peril, Will Avoid This Blind Alley. It Is More Than A Dead End; It Is A Dead Beginning.

Ballet Is A Riddle Of Means And Ends.

I Danced With Passion To Spite The Music.

When You Are On Stage You Are Having An Affair With Three Thousand People.