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

Theater people are always pining and agonizing because they're afraid that they'll be forgotten. And in America they're quite right. They will be.

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.

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

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

Friends die one by one, but so, thank God, do enemies.

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