The Center Of The Stage Is Where

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

You See, When Weaving A Blanket, An Indian Woman Leaves A Flaw In The Weaving Of That Blanket To Let The Soul Out.

I Don't Try To Tell The Dancers Exactly What A Dance Means Before They Do It.

I've Relaxed My Feelings About Other Companies Performing My Works. I Have Never In Principle Been Against My Ballets Being Danced By Other Companies. Rather, It Is That We Lack The Time, Space And Money To Insure That They Are Done Well. To Me, The Only Sin Is Mediocrity.

To Me, A Building - If It's Beautiful - Is The Love Of One Man, He's Made It Out Of His Love For Space, Materials, Things Like That.