The spine is the tree of life. Respect it.

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.

There is a force, a quickness that is translated through you into action. If you block it, the world will not have it.

Dancing appears glamorous, easy, delightful. But the path to paradise of the achievement is not easier than any other. There is fatigue so great that the body cries, even in its sleep. There are times of complete frustration, there are daily small deaths.

I believe that we learn by practice.

Wherever a dancer stands is holy ground.

Art is eternal for it reveals the inner landscape which is the soul of man.