Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. The moment you know how, you begin to die a little. The artist never entirely knows. We guess. We may be wrong, but we take leap after leap in the dark.

The creative urge is the demon that will not accept anything second rate.

No trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are made. Destiny is made known silently.

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

No white man uses his feet the way an Indian does. He talks to the earth.

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.

I want one word on my tombstone - dancer.