The Body Is Your Instrument In Dance,

The Next Time You Look Into The Mirror, Just Look At The Way The Ears Rest Next To The Head; Look At The Way The Hairline Grows; Think Of All The Little Bones In Your Wrist. It Is A Miracle. And The Dance Is A Celebration Of That Miracle.

Practice Is A Means Of Inviting The Perfection Desired.

My Dancing Is Not An Attempt To Interpret Life In The Literary Sense. It Is An Affirmation Of Life Through Movement.

I Never Thought Of Myself As Being A Genius. I Don't Know What Genius Is. I Think A Far Better Expression Is A Retriever, A Lovely Strong Golden Retriever That Brings Things Back From The Past, Or Retrieves Things From Our Common Blood Memory

I Don't Think In Art There Is Ever A Precedent; Each Moment Is A New One And Terrifying And Threatening And Bursting With Hope.