There Is Fatigue So Great That The

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.

I Never Thought Of Myself As Being A Genius. I Don't Know What Genius Is. I Think A Far Better Expression Is A Retriever, A Lovely Strong Golden Retriever That Brings Things Back From The Past, Or Retrieves Things From Our Common Blood Memory

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.

I've Relaxed My Feelings About Other Companies Performing My Works. I Have Never In Principle Been Against My Ballets Being Danced By Other Companies. Rather, It Is That We Lack The Time, Space And Money To Insure That They Are Done Well. To Me, The Only Sin Is Mediocrity.

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