The Spine Is The Tree Of Life.

There Is Fatigue So Great That The Body Cries, Even In Its Sleep.

You Have No Right To Go Before A Public Without An Adequate Technique, Just Because You Feel. Anything Feels - A Leaf Feels, A Storm Feels - What Right Have You To Do That? You Have To Have Speech, And It's A Cultivated Speech.

Every Dance Is A Kind Of Fever Chart, A Graph Of The Heart. The Instrument Through Which The Dance Speaks Is Also The Instrument Through Which Life Is Lived ... The Human Body.

In A Dancer, There Is A Reverence For Such Forgotten Things As The Miracle Of The Small Beautiful Bones And Their Delicate Strength.

People Have Asked Me Why I Chose To Be A Dancer. I Did Not Choose. I Was Chosen To Be A Dancer, And With That, You Live All Your Life.