The Unique Must Be Fulfilled.

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 Shaped, Disciplined, Honored, And In Time, Trusted.

There Is A Vitality, A Life Force, An Energy, A Quickening That Is Translated Through You Into Action, And Because There Is Only One Of You In All Of Time, This Expression Is Unique.

You Give All Your Life To Doing This One Thing. It Sounds Grim, It Sounds Frightening - It Isn't - It Has A Great Gaiety At Times And A Great Wonder.

I'm Asked So Often Whether I Believe In Life After Death. I Do Believe In The Sanctity Of Life, The Continuity Of Life And Of Energy. I Know The Anonymity Of Death Has No Appeal For Me. It Is The Now That I Must Face And Want To Face.