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.

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

Who am I?, the artist asks. And he devotes his whole life to finding out.

The truest expression of a people is in its dances and its music. Bodies never lie.

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

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.

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.