The Body Says What Words Cannot.

You Do Not Even Have To Believe In Yourself Or Your Work. You Have To Keep Open And Aware Directly To The Urges That Motivate You. Keep The Channel Open.

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.

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

At The Time I Started In Ballet They Were Dancing 'the Spirit Of Champagne' On Pointe, In Paris. I Thought, 'i Don't Want To Dance The Spirit Of Champagne, I Want To Drink It!

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