I Am Absorbed In The Magic Of

Nobody Cares If You Can't Dance Well.

The Past Is Not Dead; It Is Not Even Past. People Live On Inner Time; The Moment In Which A Decisive Thought Or Feeling Takes Place Can Be At Any Time. Timeless Feelings Are Common To All Of Us.

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.

Sometimes It's Blood Memory... Not The Blood Your Mother And Father Gave You... But That Which Stretches Back Two Or Three Thousand Years.

I Have Heard Stories That It Was Love At First Sight For Both Of Us, That We Disappeared To A Guest Room At Merle's House, Had Our Meals Sent Up, And Didn't Emerge For Several Days. This Is Absolutely Untrue. I Would Never Behave Like That As A Guest In Someone's Home. Carlos And I Went To My Beach House.