The Dance Goes On Forever.

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

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.

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

Often, When You've Reached A Very High Level Of Achievement, You Almost Become Paralyzed By The Idea That Anything You Might Do Might Be Imperfect. Perfection Is Just The Striving, The Effort, The Struggle, But It's Hard To Remember That.

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