Dance Is A Song Of The Body.

Sometimes It's Blood Memory... Not The Blood Your Mother And Father Gave You... But That Which Stretches Back Two Or Three Thousand Years.

Practice Means To Perform, Over And Over Again In The Face Of All Obstacles, Some Act Of Vision, Of Faith, Of Desire. Practice Is A Means Of Inviting The Perfection Desired.

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.

No Artist Is Pleased. There Is No Satisfaction Whatever At Any Time. There Is Only A Strange, Divine Dissatisfaction, A Blessed Unrest That Keeps Us Marching And Makes Us More Alive Than The Others.

I Am Certain That Movement Never Lies. There Is Only One Law Of Posture I Have Been Able To Discover - The Perpendicular Line Connecting Heaven And Earth.