Dancers Have More Bones Than Most People

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.

I Believe That We Learn By Practice... It Is The Performance Of A Dedicated Precise Set Of Acts, Physical Or Intellectual, From Which Come Shape Of Achievement, A Sense Of One's Being, A Satisfaction Of Spirit.

It Is Not Your Business To Determine How Good It Is, Nor How Valuable It Is, Nor How It Compares With Other Expressions. It Is Your Business To Keep It Yours Clearly And Directly, To Keep The Channel Open.

You See, When Weaving A Blanket, An Indian Woman Leaves A Flaw In The Weaving Of That Blanket To Let The Soul Out.

I Get Up, I Fall Down, All The While I Am Dancing.