Pity is a corroding thing.

No artist is ahead of his time. He is his time; it is just that others are behind the times.

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.

The secret to dancing is that it is about everything except dancing.

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.

It takes about ten years to make a mature dancer. The training is twofold. There is the study and practice of the craft in order to strengthen the muscular structure of the body. The body is shaped, disciplined, honored, and in time, trusted. The movement become clean, precise, eloquent, truthful. Movement never lies. It is a barometer telling the state of the soul's weather to all who can read it. This might be called the law of the dancer's life, the law which governs its outer aspects

I'm asked so often whether I believe in life after death. I do believe in the sanctity of life, the continuity of life and of energy. I know the anonymity of death has no appeal for me. It is the now that I must face and want to face.