The Body Says What Words Cannot.

In A Dancer, There Is A Reverence For Such Forgotten Things As The Miracle Of The Small Beautiful Bones And Their Delicate Strength.

Every Dance Is A Kind Of Fever Chart, A Graph Of The Heart.

I Did Not Want To Be A Tree, A Flower Or A Wave. In A Dancer's Body, We As Audience Must See Ourselves, Not The Imitated Behavior Of Everyday Actions, Not The Phenomenon Of Nature, Not Exotic Creatures From Another Planet, But Something Of The Miracle That Is A Human Being.

Dancers Today Can Do Anything; The Technique Is Phenomenal. The Passion And The Meaning To Their Movement Can Be Another Thing.

We Are All Of Us, Unique - Each A Unique Pattern Of Creativity And If We Do Not Fulfill It, It Is Lost For All Time.