My Childhood Years Were A Balance Of

Repetition Not For Monotony But The Ecstasy It Induces.

Wherever A Dancer Stands Is Holy Ground.

To Me, This Acquirement Of Nervous, Physical, And Emotional Concentration Is The One Element Possessed To The Highest Degree By The Truly Great Dancers Of The World. Its Acquirement Is The Result Of Discipline, Of Energy In The Deep Sense. That Is Why There Are So Few Great Dancers.

No Artist Is Pleased. There Is No Satisfaction Whatever At Any Time. There Is Only A Strange, Divine Dissatisfaction, A Blessed Unrest That Keeps Us Marching And Makes Us More Alive Than The Others.

A Dancer Must Listen To His Body And Pay Homage To It. Behind The Movement Lies This Terrible, Driving Passion, This Necessity. I Won't Settle For Anything Less.