Some Of You Are Doomed To Be

I Am Absorbed In The Magic Of Movement And Light. Movement Never Lies. It Is The Magic Of What I Call The Outer Space Of The Imagination.

Pity Is A Corroding Thing.

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.

Dancing Is Just Discovery, Discovery, Discovery - What It All Means, The Way The Little Bone Near The Ankle Relates Itself To The Floor For A Perfect Stance, A Perfect Plie.

Dancing Is A Very Living Art. It Is Essentially Of The Moment, Although A Very Old Art. A Dancer's Art Is Lived While He Is Dancing. Nothing Is Left Of His Art Except The Pictures And The Memories--when His Dancing Days Are Over.