Censorship Is The Height Of Vanity.

I Don't Try To Tell The Dancers Exactly What A Dance Means Before They Do It.

Practice Is A Means Of Inviting The Perfection Desired.

The Body Says What Words Cannot.

The Past Is Not Dead; It Is Not Even Past. People Live On Inner Time; The Moment In Which A Decisive Thought Or Feeling Takes Place Can Be At Any Time. Timeless Feelings Are Common To All Of Us.

A Dancer, More Than Any Other Human Being, Dies Two Deaths: The First, The Physical When The Powerfully Trained Body Will No Longer Respond As You Would Wish. After All, I Choreographed For Myself. I Never Choreographed What I Could Not Do. I Changed Steps In Medea And Other Ballets To Accommodate The Change. But I Knew. And It Haunted Me. I Only Wanted To Dance.