In The End, It All Comes Down

I Did Not Choose To Be A Dancer. I Was Chosen.

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.

The Body Is Your Instrument In Dance, But Your Art Is Outside That Creature, The Body. I Don't Leap And Jump Anymore. I Look At Young Dancers, And I Am Envious, More Aware Of What Glories The Body Contains. But Sensitivity Is Not Made Dull By Age.

I Feel That The Essence Of Dance Is The Expression Of Man--the Landscape Of His Soul. I Hope That Every Dance I Do Reveals Something Of Myself Or Some Wonderful Thing A Human Can Be.

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.