Dancers Are The Messengers Of The Gods.

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 Use The Words Gods And Goddesses Principally, I Think, To Mean Beautiful Bodies - Bodies That Are Absolute Instruments. And I Believe In Discipline, I Believe In A Very Definite Technique.

The Body Is Shaped, Disciplined, Honored, And In Time, Trusted.

My Childhood Years Were A Balance Of Dark And Light.

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.