The Secret To Dancing Is That It

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.

The Body Is Your Instrument In Dance, But Your Art Is Outside That Creature, The Body. I Don't Leap And Jump Anymore. I Look At Young Dancers, And I Am Envious, More Aware Of What Glories The Body Contains. But Sensitivity Is Not Made Dull By Age.

Nothing Is More Revealing Than Movement.

Some Of You Are Doomed To Be Artists.

The Unique Must Be Fulfilled.