The spine is the tree of life. Respect it.

In a dancer, there is a reverence for such forgotten things as the miracle of the small beautiful bones and their delicate strength.

All that is important is this one moment in movement. Make the moment important, vital, and worth living. Do not let it slip away unnoticed and unused.

The body is a sacred garment. It's your first and last garment; it is what you enter life in and what you depart life with, and it should be treated with honor.

Misery is a communicable disease.

I believe that we learn by practice.

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.