I Am Absorbed In The Magic Of

You See, When Weaving A Blanket, An Indian Woman Leaves A Flaw In The Weaving Of That Blanket To Let The Soul Out.

The Main Thing, Of Course, Always, Is The Fact That There Is Only One Of You In The World, Just One, And If That Is Not Fulfilled Then Something Has Been Lost. Ambition Is Not Enough; Necessity Is Everything.

First We Have To Believe, And Then We Believe.

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.