The Mirror Is Not You. The Mirror

Your Eyes Is Camera And Your Brain Is A File Cabinet.

I Could Never Make A Ballet By Wrinkling My Brow And Concentrating. If You Set Out Deliberately To Make A Masterpiece, How Will You Ever Get It Finished?

I Cannot Move, I Cannot Even Want To Move, Unless I Hear The Music First.

God Creates, I Do Not Create. I Assemble And I Steal Everywhere To Do It - From What I See, From What The Dancers Can Do, From What Others Do.

It's Like The Time Capsule With Everything In It. Or Like The Seed That When You Plant It, Becomes The Enormous Tree With Leaves And Fruit. Everybody Was In That Little Seed, And So Everything Can Open. The Tree Of Dance Is Like That. It Just Takes A Long, Long Time To Blossom.