The world I'm interested in is the one where things are not named.

Practice is a means of inviting the perfection desired.

Dancing is just discovery, discovery, discovery - what it all means, the way the little bone near the ankle relates itself to the floor for a perfect stance, a perfect plie.

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.

Dance is communication, and so the great challenge is to speak clearly, beautifully and with inevitability.

The past is not dead; it is not even past. People live on inner time; the moment in which a decisive thought or feeling takes place can be at any time. Timeless feelings are common to all of us.

I don't try to tell the dancers exactly what a dance means before they do it.