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.

If I can't dance, I don't care if my dances are ever done again!

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

The body is your instrument in dance, but your art is outside that creature, the body. I don't leap and jump anymore. I look at young dancers, and I am envious, more aware of what glories the body contains. But sensitivity is not made dull by age.

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

Dancing is a very living art. It is essentially of the moment, although a very old art. A dancer's art is lived while he is dancing. Nothing is left of his art except the pictures and the memories--when his dancing days are over.

The body is your instrument in dance, but your art is outside that creature, the body.