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

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.

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

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.

I had had to learn the difference between the bearable fatigue and the unbearable, the fatigue of fear. The first can be cured by a night's sleep; the second kills.

But remember that intent is everything. One does not just jump, one lifts into the air, one rises. In the same way the lifted leg of an arabesque becomes a wing, and not a mechanical leverage like a raised trap door. This is the precise difference between dancing and acrobatics. The dancer tries to express something; the acrobat merely pulls, raises, stretches and grinds. The acrobat is lost in a web of muscles the dancer is all but invisible in projected idea.