Ballet is a riddle of means and ends.

Classical virtuosity is more than technique, line, proportion, and balance. It is as if the performer and spectator come together to hold in their hands a bird with a broken wing. The creature can be felt to stir, to struggle for freedom. Its life responds to human warmth; its wing might brush your check as it flies away.

As unnatural as dancing is, you have to find a natural way to do the unnatural.

When you are on stage you are having an affair with three thousand people.