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.
In the end, it all comes down to the art of breathing.
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.
Practice is a means of inviting the perfection desired.
Dance is the landscape of man's soul.
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.