I Explained It When I Danced It.

Life Forms Illogical Patterns. It Is Haphazard And Full Of Beauties Which I Try To Catch As They Fly By, For Who Knows Whether Any Of Them Will Ever Return?

I Think Perhaps I've Learned To Be Myself. I Have A Theory That All Artists Who Would Be Important - Painters And Writers - Must Learn To Be Themselves. It Takes A Very Long Time.

The First Night Is The Worst Possible Time To Make A Hard And Fast Criticism: The Baby Never Looks Its Best On The Day It Is Born.

There Is No Way Anything Of Value Can Be Done Without Some Framework. It Might Well Be That The Framework Is Discarded Or The Rules Opposed; That Is Not Important. What Is Essential Is That They Exist So That One Knows When One Is In Opposition To Them.

The World Of Dance Is A Natural World From Which Civilization Has Divorced Many Of Us By Making It Appear Remote - Something Reserved For The Few Who Have A Special Talent.