Modern Dance Isn't Anything Except One Thing

No Animal Ever Has An Ugly Body Until It Is Domesticated. It Is The Same With The Human Body.

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.

Dancing Is A Very Living Art. It Is Essentially Of The Moment, Although A Very Old Art. A Dancer's Art Is Lived While He Is Dancing. Nothing Is Left Of His Art Except The Pictures And The Memories--when His Dancing Days Are Over.

At The Time I Started In Ballet They Were Dancing 'the Spirit Of Champagne' On Pointe, In Paris. I Thought, 'i Don't Want To Dance The Spirit Of Champagne, I Want To Drink It!

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.