The next time you look into the mirror, just look at the way the ears rest next to the head; look at the way the hairline grows; think of all the little bones in your wrist. It is a miracle. And the dance is a celebration of that miracle.

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

My childhood years were a balance of dark and light.

The body is shaped, disciplined, honored, and in time, trusted.

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

Practice is a means of inviting the perfection desired.

Fire is the test of gold; adversity, of strong men.