Misery is a communicable disease.

You don't pick dance. Dance picks you.

There is fatigue so great that the body cries, even in its sleep.

Wherever a dancer stands is holy ground.

I believe that we learn by practice.

I get up, I fall down, all the while I am dancing.

I love words very much. I've always loved to talk, and I've always love words — the words that rest in your mouth, what words mean and how you taste them and so on. And for me the spoken word can be used almost as a gesture.