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.

To Me, A Building - If It's Beautiful - Is The Love Of One Man, He's Made It Out Of His Love For Space, Materials, Things Like That.

Nothing Is More Revealing Than Movement.

Some Men Have Thousands Of Reasons Why They Cannot Do What They Want To, When All They Need Is One Reason Why They Can.

I Believe That We Learn By Practice. Whether It Means To Learn To Dance By Practicing Dancing Or To Learn To Live By Practicing Living, The Principles Are The Same. In Each, It Is The Performance Of A Dedicated Precise Set Of Acts, Physical Or Intellectual, From Which Comes Shape Of Achievement, A Sense Of One's Being, A Satisfaction Of Spirit. One Becomes, In Some Area, An Athlete Of God. Practice Means To Perform, Over And Over Again In The Face Of All Obstacles, Some Act Of Vision, Of Faith, Of Desire. Practice Is A Means Of Inviting The Perfection Desired.