You Don't Pick Dance. Dance Picks You.

You See, When Weaving A Blanket, An Indian Woman Leaves A Flaw In The Weaving Of That Blanket To Let The Soul Out.

Pity Is A Corroding Thing.

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 Time, This Expression Is Unique.

If I Can't Dance, I Don't Care If My Dances Are Ever Done Again!

You Don't Pick Dance. Dance Picks You.