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“We're fighting for unhappiness?" Noah asked skeptically. "It sounds a bit crazy when you put it that way."

Nijinsky laughed, delighted. "Oh, it is." Then, serious again, he said, "We fight for the right to be what we choose,to feel what we choose. Even if what we choose seems crazy to others."

"If it's all the same to you, I'll fight for revenge," Sadie said.

Nijinsky's eyes glittered. "Oh, yes. That's fine with me.”
― Michael Grant, BZRK

“I stayed with my wife's mother during the war. I understood the war because I fought with my wife's mother.”
― Vaslav Nijinsky, The Diary of Vaslav Nijinsky

“Nijinsky in 'Le Spectre de la rose' was like nothing I'd seen before. He danced a fifteen-minute solo and it passed like a dream. He was wearing a silk tricot, palest nude, onto which were pinned dozens of silk Bakst petals, pink and red and purple. The most exotic creature, so beautiful, like a shiny, graceful insect on the verge of flight. He leapt as if it cost him no effort, lingering in the air far longer than was possible, and seemed not to touch the stage between times. I believed that night that a man might fly, that anything was possible.”
― Kate Morton, The Lake House

“...maybe our work together is made more difficult because we are brother and sister... making us impatient with each other. Besides, Vaslav is, as always, unduly demanding with me... no different now that he is working on his own ballet, but just as he usually is for my dancing endeavors... But how much I am learning from him...”
― Bronislava Nijinksa, Bronislava Nijinska: Early Memoirs