You Don't Pick Dance. Dance Picks You.

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

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.

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.

You Will Only Get Out Of A Dance Class What You Bring To It. Learn By Practice.

I Did Not Want To Be A Tree, A Flower Or A Wave. In A Dancer's Body, We As Audience Must See Ourselves, Not The Imitated Behavior Of Everyday Actions, Not The Phenomenon Of Nature, Not Exotic Creatures From Another Planet, But Something Of The Miracle That Is A Human Being.