Pity Is A Corroding Thing.

It Takes About Ten Years To Make A Mature Dancer. The Training Is Twofold. There Is The Study And Practice Of The Craft In Order To Strengthen The Muscular Structure Of The Body. The Body Is Shaped, Disciplined, Honored, And In Time, Trusted. The Movement Become Clean, Precise, Eloquent, Truthful. Movement Never Lies. It Is A Barometer Telling The State Of The Soul's Weather To All Who Can Read It. This Might Be Called The Law Of The Dancer's Life, The Law Which Governs Its Outer Aspects

In The End, It All Comes Down To The Art Of Breathing.

There Is A Vitality, A Life Force, An Energy, A Quickening That Is Translated Through You Into Action, And Because There Is Only One Of You In All Of Time, This Expression Is Unique.

Theater Is A Verb Before It Is A Noun, An Act Before It Is A Place.

I Don't Think In Art There Is Ever A Precedent; Each Moment Is A New One And Terrifying And Threatening And Bursting With Hope.