“I think Balanchine and Robbins talk to God and when I call, he’s out to lunch.”

They may not know what I’m doing, but they know I’m doing something!

Don’t dance for the audience; dance for yourself.

The time to sing is when your emotional level is just too high to speak anymore, and the time to dance is when your emotions are just too strong to only sing about how you feel.

I like attractive people who aren’t so terribly aware that they are attractive… people who aren’t afraid to roll on the floor and make fools out of themselves.

Human beings are born with the instinct to express themselves through movement. Even before he could communicate with words, primitive man was dancing to the beat of his own heart.

I usually like to throw on some flip flops and go to a really nice lunch in Venice, or Santa Monica, or stay in and cook dinner.

I am a nice person. I care about my driver having lunch, you know.

Lunch kills half of Paris, supper the other half.

I usually have my protein at lunch and my carbs at night – I don’t mix protein and carbs.

Everything is connected to everything else. Everything must go somewhere. Nature knows best. There is no such thing as a free lunch.

Love is the bully on the playground who takes your lunch money and gives you a black eye in return, the arsonist who burns your house down with you in it, the witch who lures you into her home with candy and boils you alive for dinner.

I stayed for lunch for extra tutoring, gave kids my cell phone, and was available. In my first year of teaching,

The very old certainly do not go back on lunch remains but they do bite back at old conversational topics.