The Dance Goes On Forever. So Shall

In Saying My Prayers, I Discovered The Voice Of An Innermost Self, The Raw Nerve Of My Identity.

As Soon As You Become Afraid To Make A Fool Of Yourself, You're In Trouble. I Decided I May As Well Just See If I Can Live With Myself Making Millions Of Mistakes And Learn Something From It.

The Voices Of Moral Authority In The Theatre Demanded Only Punctuality And Physical Performance. In The Light Of Continuing Pressure And Stress, The Occasional Lip Service Paid To Moderation Was Meaningless. Starvation And Poisoning Were Not Excesses, But Measures Taken To Stay Within The Norm.

Classical Virtuosity Is More Than Technique, Line, Proportion, And Balance. It Is As If The Performer And Spectator Come Together To Hold In Their Hands A Bird With A Broken Wing. The Creature Can Be Felt To Stir, To Struggle For Freedom. Its Life Responds To Human Warmth; Its Wing Might Brush Your Check As It Flies Away.

I Know My Body. What Happened Is That I Got So Caught Up In The Applause I Forgot How I Should Dance. All My Life I've Been What Others Wanted - In Dancing And In Life. Now I'm Doing It My Way.