Nobody Cares If You Can't Dance Well.

The World I'm Interested In Is The One Where Things Are Not Named.

Some Of You Are Doomed To Be Artists.

The Reason Dance Has Held Such An Ageless Magic For The World Is That It Has Been The Symbol Of The Performance Of Living.

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.

There Is A Force, A Quickness That Is Translated Through You Into Action. If You Block It, The World Will Not Have It.