Find the passion. It takes great passion and great energy to do anything creative. I would go so far as to say you can't do it without that passion.

Dancing is such a despised and dishonored trade that if you tell a doctor or a laywer you do choreography he'll look at you as if you were a hummingbird. Dancers don't get invited to visit people. It is assumed a boy dancer will run off with the spoons and a girl with the head of the house.

There is something fearfully strengthening about cutting free even if the ties bandage the heart itself.

To make up a dance, I still need, as I needed then, a pot of tea, walking space, privacy and an idea.

The universe lies before you on the floor, in the air, in the mysterious bodies of your dancers, in your mind. From this voyage no one returns poor or weary.

Toe dancing is a dandy attention getter, second only to screaming.

To dance is to be out of yourself. Larger, more beautiful, more powerful. This is power, it is glory on earth and it is yours for the taking.