Modern dance isn't anything except one thing in my mind: the freedom of women in America.

People have asked me why I chose to be a dancer. I did not choose. I was chosen to be a dancer, and with that, you live all your life.

No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a strange, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.

All things I do are in every woman. Every woman is Medea. Every woman is Jocasta. There comes a time when a woman is a mother to her husband. Clytemnestra is every woman when she kills.

I am certain that movement never lies. There is only one law of posture I have been able to discover - the perpendicular line connecting heaven and earth.

We are all of us, unique - each a unique pattern of creativity and if we do not fulfill it, it is lost for all time.

Some men have thousands of reasons why they cannot do what they want to, when all they need is one reason why they can.