Dance Is The Landscape Of Man's Soul.

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.

People Have Asked Me Why I Chose To Be A Dancer. I Did Not Choose. I Was Chosen To Be A Dancer, And With That, You Live All Your Life.

Dancing Is A Very Living Art. It Is Essentially Of The Moment, Although A Very Old Art. A Dancer's Art Is Lived While He Is Dancing. Nothing Is Left Of His Art Except The Pictures And The Memories--when His Dancing Days Are Over.

The World I'm Interested In Is The One Where Things Are Not Named.

All That Is Important Is This One Moment In Movement. Make The Moment Important, Vital, And Worth Living. Do Not Let It Slip Away Unnoticed And Unused.