Dance Is A Song Of The Body.

It Is Difficult To See The Great Dance Effects As They Happen, To See Them Accurately, Catch Them Fast In Memory. It Is Even More Difficult To Verbalize Them For Critical Discussion. The Particular Essence Of A Performance, Its Human Sweep Of Articulate Rhythm In Space And In Time Has No Specific Terminology To Describe It By.

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.

Censorship Is The Height Of Vanity.

Misery Is A Communicable Disease.

You Have No Right To Go Before A Public Without An Adequate Technique, Just Because You Feel. Anything Feels - A Leaf Feels, A Storm Feels - What Right Have You To Do That? You Have To Have Speech, And It's A Cultivated Speech.