Ballet's image of perfection is fashioned amid a milieu of wracked bodies, fevered imaginations, Balkan intrigue and sulfurous hatreds where anything is likely, and dancers know it.
My life isn't theories and formulas. It's part instinct, part common sense. Logic is as good a word as any, and I've absorbed what logic I have from everything and everyone . . . from my mother, from training as a ballet dancer, from magazine, from the laws of life and health and nature.