My Childhood Years Were A Balance Of

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.

The Body Is Your Instrument In Dance, But Your Art Is Outside That Creature, The Body. I Don't Leap And Jump Anymore. I Look At Young Dancers, And I Am Envious, More Aware Of What Glories The Body Contains. But Sensitivity Is Not Made Dull By Age.

Great Dancers Are Not Great Because Of Their Technique, They Are Great Because Of Their Passion.

The Unique Must Be Fulfilled.

Dancing Is Just Discovery, Discovery, Discovery - What It All Means, The Way The Little Bone Near The Ankle Relates Itself To The Floor For A Perfect Stance, A Perfect Plie.