Modern dancers give a sinister portent about our times.

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.

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

Then I did the simplest thing in the world. I leaned down... and kissed him. And the world cracked open.

The practice mirror is to be used for the correction of faults, not for a love affair, and the figure you watch should not become your dearest friend.

Modern dancers give a sinister portent about our times. The dancers don't even look at one another. They are just a lot of isolated individuals jiggling in a kind of self-hypnosis and dancing with others only to remind themselves that we are not completely alone in this world.

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