I believe one thing: that today is yesterday and tomorrow is today and you can't stop.

You see, when weaving a blanket, an Indian woman leaves a flaw in the weaving of that blanket to let the soul out.

The body says what words cannot.

Sometimes it's blood memory... not the blood your mother and father gave you... but that which stretches back two or three thousand years.

I believe one thing: that today is yesterday and tomorrow is today and you can't stop.

If I can't dance, I don't care if my dances are ever done again!

I never thought of myself as being a genius. I don't know what genius is. I think a far better expression is a retriever, a lovely strong golden retriever that brings things back from the past, or retrieves things from our common blood memory