The Body Is Shaped, Disciplined, Honored, And

If I Can't Dance, I Don't Care If My Dances Are Ever Done Again!

Dance Is A Song Of The Body. Either Of Joy Or Pain.

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.

You Can Be Eastern Or Burmese Or What Have You, But The Function Of The Body And The Awareness Of The Body Results In Dance And You Become A Dancer, Not Just A Human Being.

The Gesture Is The Thing Truly Expressive Of The Individual - As We Think So Will We Act.