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

I did not want to be a tree, a flower or a wave. In a dancer's body, we as audience must see ourselves, not the imitated behavior of everyday actions, not the phenomenon of nature, not exotic creatures from another planet, but something of the miracle that is a human being.

I don't think in art there is ever a precedent; each moment is a new one and terrifying and threatening and bursting with hope.

The center of the stage is where I am.

Our arms start from the back because they were once wings.

I am absorbed in the magic of movement and light. Movement never lies. It is the magic of what I call the outer space of the imagination.

Movement never lies. It is a barometer telling the state of the soul's weather to all who can read it.