You Don't Pick Dance. Dance Picks You.

Wherever A Dancer Stands Is Holy Ground.

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

I'd Rather An Audience Like Me Than Dislike Me, But I'd Rather They Disliked Me Than Be Apathetic, Because That Is The Kiss Of Death.

It's What I Always Wanted To Do, To Show The Laughter, The Fun, The Joy Of Dance.

Dancing Appears Glamorous, Easy, Delightful. But The Path To Paradise Of The Achievement Is Not Easier Than Any Other. There Is Fatigue So Great That The Body Cries, Even In Its Sleep. There Are Times Of Complete Frustration, There Are Daily Small Deaths.