In The End, It All Comes Down

Nobody Cares If You Can't Dance Well. Just Get Up And Dance. Great Dancers Are Great Because Of Their Passion.

A Dancer, More Than Any Other Human Being, Dies Two Deaths: The First, The Physical When The Powerfully Trained Body Will No Longer Respond As You Would Wish. After All, I Choreographed For Myself. I Never Choreographed What I Could Not Do. I Changed Steps In Medea And Other Ballets To Accommodate The Change. But I Knew. And It Haunted Me. I Only Wanted To Dance.

Every Dance Is A Kind Of Fever Chart, A Graph Of The Heart.

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

I Feel That The Essence Of Dance Is The Expression Of Man--the Landscape Of His Soul. I Hope That Every Dance I Do Reveals Something Of Myself Or Some Wonderful Thing A Human Can Be.