Censorship Is The Height Of Vanity.

I Believe That Dance Was The First Art. A Philosopher Has Said That Dance And Architecture Were The First Arts. I Believe That Dance Was First Because It's Gesture, It's Communication. That Doesn't Mean It's Telling A Story, But It Means It's Communicating A Feeling, A Sensation To People.

There Is A Force, A Quickness That Is Translated Through You Into Action. If You Block It, The World Will Not Have It.

Dancing Appears Glamorous, Easy, Delightful. But The Path To Paradise Of The Achievement Is Not Easier Than Any Other. There Is Fatigue So Great That The Body Cries, Even In Its Sleep. There Are Times Of Complete Frustration, There Are Daily Small Deaths.

No Artist Is Pleased. There Is No Satisfaction Whatever At Any Time. There Is Only A Strange, Divine Dissatisfaction, A Blessed Unrest That Keeps Us Marching And Makes Us More Alive Than The Others.

The Body Is Your Instrument In Dance, But Your Art Is Outside That Creature, The Body. I Don't Leap And Jump Anymore. I Look At Young Dancers, And I Am Envious, More Aware Of What Glories The Body Contains. But Sensitivity Is Not Made Dull By Age.