We can't stand silence, because silence induces thinking. And if we thought, we would have to face ourselves.

Ours is an upbeat, a hurried, hasty beat. It keeps pressing us to go farther, to include everything so that we can savor everything, so that we can know everything, so that we will miss nothing. Partly it's greed, but mainly its curiosity. We just want to experience it. And we do.

The choreographic process is exhausting. It happens on one's feet after hours of work, and the energy required is roughly the equivalent of writing a novel and winning a tennis match simultaneously.

I studied the way I danced- to the point of dropping.

Many other women have kicked higher, balanced longer, or turned faster. These are poor substitutes for passion.

When I dance I am really meditating rather then performing for an audience. I am completely absorbed by the music and the steps I choose to respond to the music.

Dancers aren't made of their technique, but their passion.